GW:

When you think of Middle Earth
What is it you think of first?
Orcs and dragons, hobbits and elves
Or how to become our very best selves?
Tolkein used the world of fantasy
To teach us all about bravery
The fortitude it takes to fight
The blessed day, the terrible night
And through his words
Brought us such beauty
A taste of adventure
And richest booty
And illustrated how a story
Can lead us into greater glory
Using his imagination
To fabricate his own creation
He elevated our minds and hearts
The greatest mission of great ar

JC:

This is nothing more or nothing less I must confess than a Tolkien of my appreciation,
The finest pipe weed of all the Shire is the supplier of my inebriation,
I take a voyage to Middle Earth on every single mental vacation,
From Hobbit holes to the peace I found within my soul amidst the Elvish Kinfolk at Rivendell,
The Foreman told me life is short, so I wanna live it well,
In the words of Galadriel the hearts of men are easily corrupted,
I peeped the mines of Moria and observed how they erupted,
Not to be presumptuous but, my Balrog or demon is the spirit of a seductress,
Feeling like Frodo so understand Pippen, Merry, and Sam are congruent to those bro’s I grew up with,
I wanna chuck this ring, this thing, this precious enchantress that sings in every room,
Deep into the magma of Mount Doom,
But it consumes me, wants to ruin me,
And everyone I come in contact with,
Sting started glowing Azul so I had to take a stab at this,
What a depressive state the world would be in if my brother JRR didn’t exist,
Or live out a life where he shared his gift,
A legacy left behind that will inspire future generations,
Let’s be honest we know the source of these fictional revelations,
With factual destinations,
I’m steady waiting with patience and joyful anticipation,
For The Return of The one true King,
Worshipping so they can hear this in Minas Tirith when I sing,
Bow to no man understand, I will never kiss the ring