My Poetry
This page is where I will post some of my poetry. Some of it is LotR-related, and some of it isn't. It's not the best, but what the heck!
This one is called 'The Black Breath'. The first stanza is from Eowyn's point of view, the second from Aragorn's, the third from Eowyn's and so on and so forth.
I can feel a deep cut,
The pain of my hearts deepest yearning,
All I can see is fire,
The trees, the grass, the world is burning.
Her life has been so hard,
Full of dark and deep despair.
As she’s lifted from the charred ground
The zephyr catches her golden hair.
Death’s claws close around me,
Dragging me into its depths of ice,
So many brave and noble heroes,
Have also paid this price.
A tear upon her frozen face,
As cold and pale as snow,
She is fading fast
But I will not let her go.
A hand upon on my brow,
The cold is chased away,
I can open my eyes,
I live to see another day.
This next one is supposed to be Sam talking about Frodo but in some places it doesn't relate to Frodo and Sam at all so I'm loate to say it's about them. Anyway, whether it's about them or not, I will it share it with you.
I am losing the image of you in my mind as the hours pass by.
As I remember the time we spent together a tear springs in my eye.
Those memories are fading, drifting away,
Until they are lost, drowned in the rivers of my memory.
I hear your whispers carried on the breeze,
And it fills me with a grief, a pain beyond ease.
My name you are calling
As all about me, the autumn leaves are falling.
As I walk through this forest of gold and auburn leaves,
My hope is lost, stolen by demonic thieves.
But I think of you, and it is returned.
My darkness by your light is burned.
You used to prevail in the hour of need,
Because of you I opened, I grew like a great tree from a seed.
But now it feels my tree has been felled
And back into cold shadows I have delved.
Then there is a light, growing stronger from within.
Where are you, my friend, my brother, my closest kin?
Finally I behold you, happy beyond the Sea,
For you have been waiting, silently waiting, always waiting for me.










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