ReVerse - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

HerenIstarion · 06-23-2006, 03:12 AM

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.

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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.

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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06-23-2006, 03:12 AM	#16
HerenIstarion Deadnight Chanter Join Date: Sep 2000 Posts: 4,244	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. __________________ Egroeg Ihkhsal - Would you believe in the love at first sight? - Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time!