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All that glitter do not shine,
for surely lost in the lore
of our ancestors of mankind
know of appreciation and more.

A tree that might wither in soil
shall agreeably meet its doom,
but though it may suffer this toil,
is it not left for flowers to bloom?

A man who's strength is all spent
like a sponge in a mop that can't absorb,
shall arise once more to repent
and to success he shall surely go towards

A spirit broken with sorrow,
soaking in a pond of pity,
shall be example of the true and narrow
to purge the child of their humidity.

A child wreathed with anger,
though like a phoenix ignited with gas,
will learn but a way of life, stranger,
than all of that which we may allow to pass.

All things on Earth, ignoring their flaw,
exist in perfection
it just requires a law;

Gold Might Not Glitter, But It Can Shine..
Sing in love to the world!
That mystery is from the shadows hurled!
Into darkness and into light!
May in harmony we unite!
Sing a song of woe and gloom
that ever emphasizes our painful doom!
Let joyous ponds with lilies fair
entwine with nature and Nature's hair!
Let silver streams of moonlight clear
enlighten us on our unending fears!
May together the night and the sky
bring love and joy that cannot die!
May tunes high strung and beeches far
bring joy to us!
From Gaia the Fair!
Me
My emotions are but wretched
I cannot seek to hide
that hideous 'awe' with in me,
nor the growing pathetic pride.
My heart is taken dearly,
for though I love all Earth,
Humans come, and Humans go,
All depriving me of worth....
Now hear I stand,
A liar, veiled in gloom,
Fallen from Joy, suffering pain
My life feels feign.
No friend, truly true..
O just what will I do?
Die? No!
O what will I do?
How I feel a lot
A shadow runs, from your eyes,
What is this fear that in you resides?
A shadow indeed, but of peace,
So let the shrill worries cease!
Dance as this mystery does so far
See her gleaming tresses flare!
See the starlight in her eyes!
See her footsteps light as skies!
Feel the Summer greens grown strong,
Around her garments in many a throng!
Feel the silky mantle soft and blue,
that was made fair from nature true!
Feel the love within your soul!
Feel the joy as it runs and rolls!
Hear the songs she sings at night
that nightingales hearken to with reviving might!
Hear her voice clear as her mind
that is ever peaceful and kind!
Hear the silver footsteps so!
Through Fire, Air, Water, Earth she might go!
Smell the Fragrance of her mane
of newborn life and rain forest same!
Smell her cloak so elven bright
that might send you into the light!
Smell the fragrance of her hands
to wisp you far to distant lands!
Taste the bounties she hath made
within the might of her den and glade!
Taste the fresh air 'round her sky
that is free, and will not die!
Taste the tear of this maiden wise
and be free from death's woeing demise!
And through all of this I say
"May I join you amidst your fray?"
And she, says with grace, "My dear,
you must become a Wicca, clean and clear!
Love all! Harm None!
Feel the cold of the moon and the warmth of the Sun!
Join my circle brethren!
And we shall sing forever, with no end!
Over-Exaggeration of Wicca, but that's what poems do sometimes.
There is a land, so great and fair
wrapped in secrets that none can dare,
But past the fog and mighty waves
grows things that forever stays.
Their lights gleam by through skies,
Their moon is where it rests and dies.
Concealed in mountains; A majestic sight,
from Taniquetil, and Ilmarin, of white and crisp Night!
There summer greens grow wildly
and a tune is wove so merrily
that fountains scream with delight and gloom
and flowers bloom from August through June!
Their the frost is mere sweet delight!
and warmth is a endless sensational flight!
Their towers and cities are built great;
And the Eldar whom live in them live an Undying Fate!
There the lights play as a musical,
high strung with life so ethical!
There a kingdom is wrought, in the West,
which are homes to Gods, their temporary 'Nest',
There the Valar live, in Valinor,
which contains the Elder Days, and all other Day's lore,
there, lies a heavenly world
that feels sent from Heaven hurled,
down to Earth, as a flash of Hope
in Valinor, where the Ends are smoke,
In Valinor, where the Garden sleeps,
in Valinor, where only Nienna weeps,
In Valinor, where the Dead rest,
In Valinor, where lies the Crest
of the designs of Illuvutar,
In Valinor, to the West, Afar...
I <3 Lotr.    Valinor is the equivalence of the phrase 'Heaven on Earth', though, it was removed and yet stayed on the Earth.
Illuvutar is the All-Father, the equivalence of God.

Nienna, A Vala, created from the All-Father's thought, weeps for the woes that Melkor had created.

Eldar Elves.

Taniquetil High Throne a top the Island of Valinor, home to King Manwe and Queen Varda (of Arda, the Earth)

Ilmarin - A star Varda, queen of the stars, brought into being as a beacon for the Elves and a sign of hope.

Vala(r = plural) The Gods that the All-Father created from thought to create the vision he himself visioned.

Thanks to Tolkein for this Awesome book :D
Priest! Ha! utter unto my ears
why you would dare bother
to face your whimsy fears?

Priest! Fool! Throw your toys away!
Your god is vain, you, insane,
and to Him you'll inevitably sway!

Your power on Earth is derived from fear
that you should burn in hell
and so preach to all that lend an ear
to lie to them of hell

Priest! Fool! Know ye not of Micheal's sword?
which perversely fell, and began to rust
as shall all the faithful to the faithless lord!

Priest! Ha! Your incompetence is great
to think that petty water and blood
may help you avert your fate!
Accept your fate!
I strongly disagree with preachers believing in going to Heaven, because, if they are so worried of NOT going to Heaven, and must join the Church to state their faith, then surely they are unsure and are afraid of God, rather than loving him.

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