"valar" poems
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...
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
fleeting desires
childhood dreams
the harsh reality
of what it all means
finding solace in the fact
that all roads lead
To salvation
Valar Morghulis
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
En-route a voyage
An oasis, a mirage
The ship sailed free
Like a flying flee
With a Beatles compass
Finding Yellow, Thee Columbus
Traveler’s paradise, glide
On the currents slide
As it leaves the shores
The Queen, like a lion roars
Head held mast high
There is but to do or die
On the deadliest catch
No foe, no match
Water hits the wings
Like a pecan, it swings
Unaware of what it holds
As the weapon –gilded envelope rolls
It sails like an eagle on the earth
On its flight of rebirth
For it has seen worse
As on Valar morghulis curse
But it sheds off its cold
Eager to see what Mother Nature for it holds
For the ship sails
With prayers and hails
For some battles are never won
But the show, it must go on
Someday it will reach
Barriers, it will breach
As stitch in time
Someday it will return, my precious dime
The voyage ain’t a crusade
This battleship, my fate
For I will rise again from the ashes
Like a phoenix, I fly, unleashing my lashes
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC