B2MEM 2012 - March 12th

[altariel]

The number called was N31.

My cards and prompts were:
Alternate Viewpoints: Helm's Deep
Poetic Forms: Acrostic

It walked the forests long ago

Hate filled their hearts as they waited and weathered.
Ents become wild, ancient wood-wardens.
Long their loathing smouldered unsated, till
Making their move, in darkness they drew
Saruman’s slaves beneath their branches.

Death they dealt out in the Deeping-coomb.
Early light came to a corpse-cleared valley,
Enemy-emptied, silent and still.
Peace lay like leaves on a land made pure.