ReVerse

[Mithalwen]

I'll get back to you...

[Elennar Starfire]

I've got one in the works at the moment...but am suffering from a severe lack of creativity...so it may be awhile.

[Mithalwen]

Bilbo's last song

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above your mast!

-- J. R. R. Tolkien

A work in progress - I will try to complete tonight... but here is the first half... I hate myself for this - I love this poem and now I have twisted it's beautiful theme to tell of a journey to satisfy carnal pleasure rather than to heal a wounded soul....
Ah well


Day is dawning, tired my eyes
but long-haul flight before me lies.
Come on friends! I hear the call -
We must reach the departure hall.
The lights are bright , the decor grey;
We'll do some shopping on the way
- Booze and fags from "Duty Free":
I hear the tannoy calling me!

Come on friends! Rush to the jet
- board before the stewards fret!
Hours long before me lie
Jammed in a tin-can in the sky!
But islands lie beneath the sun
Where we shall land ere day is done....

to be concluded - I hope...

[HerenIstarion]

Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me,
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I.
And I never lie.

***

He’s blue as the sea
Belly vast as a lea
Tail like a hose
He makes the sky doze
As he dives to the deep
To take his nap of sleep
With scales on his back
To the North is his tack
Beady black eye
Lung of mighty sigh
Seething back and forth
Making water froth
Never comes ashore
The whale of ole’ lore!
Mighty and wise
One of awful size
In the waves to play
While all sailors pray
‘May he turn aside’
‘Hark! his teeth a-gride’
But he knows his lore
Not to come ashore!

[HerenIstarion]

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.


***

Kemen-ungol was a maiden brave
Of her no man have seen the grave
The first to die of darkling spell
The first to pass beyond the knell

Her thread was fast, her webs were bright
The glittering hair and eyes of light
The love she wove, the knitter true
The truth, the beauty, gold on blue

And so the envy, hatred long
Have sent the death to maiden strong
The windy plains of Shadow land
Still cover grave with dust and sand