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Stories - Longing for Adventure - Oh The Horror 1 2 - Pointless Singing |
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Poems If you have comments on the poems below, click on the author's pen name. It's linked to their email addy. Acorna Miavictoria Love opens his heart like a baby's breath, Soft and pure, And takes the sun and moon in his hands. His honey wheat hair streams from the sky, Like the rays of the stars by his side, And his silver voice resonates like bells From the planets in his orbit. Palakika 9 set out, brave at heart Against 5,000,000 whose were dark. The Fellowship by name, Were determined to return home w/o shame. 4 were hobbits, whose race was new 1 a wizard, whose powers were true An elf, surpassing in beauty and skill, A dwarf, equipped with a powerful axe and will. 2 were mortal men, one a ranger with a hidden past. The other with status, carried a swaying heart. They lost their first within walls of stone, And then the second to the army of their foe. The fellowship parted, 2 to the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie, 2 with the army of the ever-seeing eye, and 3 to fetch the 2, who were headed toward the white hand Which was now controlled by the dark land Wearyeyes You set out on a journey long ago, To destroy an evil ring. I watched you than, as I watch you now. Far away does that seem, When you walked away from Rivendell. Mines of Moria, walls of cold rock. Darkness lied there, which you did not know. You're aim was true, and skill was great. And yet you left there with a heavy heart. I saw you than, and I see you now. Bravery shines through you, That I can tell. You heard the gulls call, And yearned for the sea. Here I am, across the water. In this haven I wait for thee. |
