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View Poll Results: What do you think about the principle of 'ReVersing' | |||
Great! Keep it up! The poetry of the kind has an independent value, it deserves a book all to itself! |
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8 | 40.00% |
Good! It is re-creative in a sense it lives opon other’s work, but good application of one’s creative abilities nevertheless. Just don’t expect much from it |
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11 | 55.00% |
Indifferent. Really, it’s desultory. Have fun if you like, I don’t care, but stop forcing your megalomaniac ramblings on me! |
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1 | 5.00% |
Horrible! How dared you to deal with Tolkien in such an insulting way! Don’t even think about ReVersing another piece of rhyme! |
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0 | 0% |
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 20. You may not vote on this poll |
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#1 |
Deadnight Chanter
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After lo-o-ong break
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. *** One snaga-lad, an orkish-slave Fought well yet was not lain to grave One of the thousands slain in war Defender of his Dark Lord’s door He had no name, but only rank Into the marshes there he sank Where ages since The Bearer came Upon One Eye to play the game His face The Bearer in water saw And shied his candle burning low; For one to fear the Sun and Light Now shimmered with peril through the night.
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#2 |
Maniacal Mage
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*friendly bump for HerenIstarion's own genius*
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' |
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