"mirkwood" poems
Here lay the souls of the dark
Under the deadly nightshade
Here the fair are sundered apart
Doomed are those who tarry
Sleeping under the Sorcery
The Necromancer is biding
A living desolation
The brave and the fair are falling
Here lay the foes of life
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Haiku
Secrets fill the air
Whispered through the swaying trees
Though they make no sound
Nature Poem
The wind is an unpredictable beast
Clawing, tearing, ripping
And yet, gentle as a baby's breath
Strong, frigid, freezes to the bone
Hot, humid, sweltering, offering no relief
And yet, can be pleasantly warm or refreshingly cool
What it might bring, no one can know
The wind is an unpredictable beast
Metaphor Poem
Euphoria is a green too bright to be real
Filled with intensity that's possible to feel
It is a heated blanket that has too much power
Though it's unplugged, it lasts for an hour!
Euphoria is a color that projects too much light
It is a blanket that does its job too right!
Letter Poem
Dear Bel,
At first sight, many people consider you a monster.
And for what cause? Because you're different?
If that were to always hold true, wouldn't everyone be afraid of each other? It's not to say you're perfectly harmless, that's true.
But that's why we all admire you.
Myself, Legolas, Tauriel, Fili and Kili, even Thorin.
Because you are different, special, and quite able to hold your own even against an army of orcs. Not many people can make that claim.
How is Mirkwood? Rivendell is the same as always,
Though for some odd reason, my father's been in a really good mood.
It's really quite frightening.
I love you and miss you quite terribly.
Please send my best to Legolas, Tauriel and King Thranduil.
Ever so sincerely,
Sari
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC