I came across this video on Tolkien via the always interesting Western Rifle Shooters.

In its brevity, the message of the video moved me. I felt a sting of loss. And thus, I felt compelled to write down how it affected me. It is but a poor rendering, and no doubt full of errors of all types. But I include it anyway as a humble offering from an illiterate man when compared to those who came before us.

Oh, to Serve a Lord

 

Oh, to serve a lord,

What glory would have been;

And love, to know unbridled zest,

for having a true part to play in the order of things.

 

These democracies ring hollow,

Our leaders are petty paupers of the soul;

And easily interchangeable,

once their shallow race is swum.

 

And glory we do not possess,

Not even in our dreams;

We cannot mourn that which we never had,

the greatest loss of all.

 

For if I served and lost a lord,

My grief would be real;

A thing that I could hold,

and cherish in my darkest times.

 

But in this grey world,

I lack that which never was;

A company of heroes,

arrayed around an empty throneless hall.

 

The throne replaced so long ago,

And in its place a hole;

My heart then exists,

in a state of never wakening.

 

What I would give for this,

I cannot know;

For to give, requires awareness,

of the true value of things.

 

I know that snow exists,

I have seen pictures and read books;

But having never seen or tasted,

it is to me an object of the mind.

 

Thus I am bound,

To waste away;

Never knowing, never seeing,

never serving, my own lord.

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