A freeverse written by Lee Sonogan
Gandalf: You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn! Go back to the Shadow.
Today you have backed the wrong horse,
Look into these eyes that can go down swinging,
I may become bent or curved with the antrorse,
You’re mistaken if you think any of us are to be winning.
Our rigour mortis may last for some hours to serveral days,
There is a third stage postmortem in its rigidity,
Already feeling hell below cooking in a braise,
Don’t you see we are both of the same comorbidity?
Just go around why yours that’s in what is mine,
Have you heard of the saying ‘meet one’s Waterloo’?
Are you tired of my vernacular not talking, too overrefine?
Stay, leave, just make sure full completion might follow through.
At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smote the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog’s feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness. – J.R.R. Tolkien