"sindarin" poems
Elvish is my name
The strain of an elf
Like an elvish mystic
A Tolkien fantasy
From the middle-earth
Lays the knavish
Of the dancing elves
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
At Last you are
My heart of trees
My walls of stone
My whisper in the Sindarin wind
Like a homely
Gleaming
Vein of oak
Your limbs a door
Ajar to an eternity
Uncloaked
Standing
Naming Rivendell
You are the sun
My palace place
Escape from Angbands hell
As dominion fades
Ere does the tide
So does the land
East of Belfalas lie
The mountainous trees
Begin and end
With a swell of men
No more to tell
At Last you are
My heart of trees
My stone since turned
My sacred dell
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC