ReVerse

[HerenIstarion]

Goodly re-Verse, that, my compliments

But I wonder would Lay of Leithian prove bite too big to chew?..

[The Barrow-Wight]

This seems more entertaining than educational, so I'm moving it to Mirth.

[HerenIstarion]

Move it to Mirth re: Justly so, I suppose I should have placed it here in the first place

Pauper/King re: President as elected, and more or less controlled spearhead of establishment, seen as the representation of "rule of all" seemed ideal opposite to king, as obtaining his power by birthright, still more with the latter being absolute wielder of one for a lifetime, and allegedly having it delegated in a divine convergence

[Mad Baggins]

Ah, thanks for clearing that up.

[HerenIstarion]

Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know!
Leave the halls and caverns deep,
Leave the northern mountains steep,
Where the forest wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!
Float beyond the world of trees
Out into the whispering breeze,
Past the rushes, past the reeds,
Past the marsh's waving weeds,
Through the mist that riseth white
Up from mere and pool at night!
Follow, follow stars that leap
Up the heavens cold and steep;
Turn when dawn comes over land,
Over rapid, over sand,
South away! and South away!
Seek the sunlight and the day,
Back to pasture, back to mead,
Where the kine and oxen feed!
Back to gardens on the hills
Where the berry swells and fills
Under sunlight, under day!
South away! and South away!
Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know!


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Up the light slow slope I toil
From the sea I never roil
On from home on plains widespread
In the south free from dread
Where meadows wide and free
Bask in sunlight full of glee
In I go to river’s source
Up to highlands on my course
By I pass the shady groves
On my slow and hazy roves
In the heat of midday sun
On the dry sand oft I run
When the moon comes down to ground
Stars to earth by morn are bound
Yet the eve comes creeping on
Over desert than I’m gone
North I come, with hardy toil
Seeking night which none can spoil
On to highland and the rock
Where heights all passers mock
Where pines so proud and tall
Never pay the axeman’s toll
Where dark of roots is strong
Where stags come crowned with prongs
Up the light slow slope I toil
From the sea I never roil

[HerenIstarion]

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gloaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches biased with light,

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying -fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!



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Nigh under sunlit plains so hot
From peaks so high there mist stays not
They soon will ride when eve’s astride
To bury trove of lead in pot

The giants today are dumb and mute
But nails they drive with tinkle cute
High up on moors, where trees are poor
They moo and dance and play their lutes

From modern lackey, orkish slave
So few and dull was taken prey
Though they hacked it all, and heaps so tall
They piled up in effort brave

Some copper collars there they tore
And orbs of iron down they bore
And icy pools, with venom and drools
They made unclean and went ashore

Nigh under sunlit plains so hot
From peaks so high where mist stays not
They soon will ride when eve’s astride
To abnegate their lead in pot

Some forks they bent, and knives alike
And smashed double-bass with one strike
They danced fast on top of vast
Their yells were loud, and long their pike

The moss was quiet under stones
The heat was full of buzzing drones
The pool was green, no smoke was seen
As meadow filled with irksome crones

No sound was heard up on the slope
As elves forsook their only hope
And snails were calm, as hold on palm
And tents were held on sturdy rope

The air was clear in rays of sun
As giants dumb but keen for run
Came back from walk, and silent talk
Of lead and pot was banned for fun

Nigh under sunlit plains so bright
From peaks so high where cool is night
They soon will ride when eve’s astride
To yield their lead, and pots will light

[The Perky Ent]

Awesome Thread! Good job HI, as well as everyone else who did one. I'd do a really funny/witty one...but I'm too lazy


Perky