ReVerse - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Evisse the Blue · 06-14-2004, 06:43 AM

I've tried my hand on two short poems (I won't give the originals here, cause I'm sure you know them. And if you don't, well you should

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1. Theoden's battle cry before taking on the Pellenor:

Cower down, cower down, servants of Sauron!
Frail hearts, sleep on, and beg for your lives,
Weapons shall be put down, your bones shall be spared.
A truce night, a grey night, and so the moon will set.
Crawl then, crawl then, crawl to Mordor.

2. Eomer's defiant cry on the Pellenor:

Into trust, into radiance, till the sun set,
Silently I walked in the dark, unarmed
I crawled to despair's bosom, with a glad heart,
Then there was quiet, and peace, and a white dawn.

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!	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	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!	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!	0	0%
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06-14-2004, 06:43 AM	#18
Evisse the Blue Brightness of a Blade Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: wherever I may roam Posts: 2,685	I've tried my hand on two short poems (I won't give the originals here, cause I'm sure you know them. And if you don't, well you should ) 1. Theoden's battle cry before taking on the Pellenor: Cower down, cower down, servants of Sauron! Frail hearts, sleep on, and beg for your lives, Weapons shall be put down, your bones shall be spared. A truce night, a grey night, and so the moon will set. Crawl then, crawl then, crawl to Mordor. 2. Eomer's defiant cry on the Pellenor: Into trust, into radiance, till the sun set, Silently I walked in the dark, unarmed I crawled to despair's bosom, with a glad heart, Then there was quiet, and peace, and a white dawn. __________________ And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.