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Celeborn, reflecting upon the Westward Journey The fading sigh of sun does night embrace Upon the fields there falls a gleaming veil The sea of evenstars invite with grace To paradise beyond the wind-sped sail. The westward call falls haunting on my ears Elusive bliss spur pains of joyless days When earth itself ran so profuse with tears And everywhere a fallen world ablaze. But then the eastern sky does sweep aglow Auroral rays of morning’s wordless hope Memory stirs of dreams left long ago Of mortal realms beyond Valinor’s scope. For life springs new in deeps of land so scarred And through me runs the song of Arda-Marred. Note: for meter's sake, Valinor in line 12 is pronounced VA-Lee-nor (I think Elrond said it that way)
The Descent of Lord Denethor The soft clean breath of morning does not rouse The sun my scars ignoble cruelly bare Renewed be earth by greening vibrant vows My heart is barren; fellness whispers there. My brother I killed upon the battle’s plain Beloved I drowned in fiery ocean’s tears While there I stood in carnage and the rain There too I heard the cry of immortal fear. Flee not from war, you fools, for flesh is clay And death that cleaves thine heart thy spirit frees But fear the hour when truths thy mind betray And evil mates with virtue in foul disease. For then is life of sin and madness bound And atoning peace in flame’s release be found.
To Feanor In you I loved a forgèd heart aflame Of wounds and joys beyond the world’s conceit, Yet guised be mind seared fell by bitter heat And masked were thoughts to which no daylight came In cryptic deeps where love walks without name. Your craft, a throne of unfeeling wisdom’s seat Your soul, a void where flames do cruelly beat. E’en then was I a moth for the embers’ claim. For who would wed and tarry for his chains, That heard of fortune’s mesmerizing song; Surrender for a lover’s fervent plea The promised prize of triumphant campaigns? Not you through whom ambition flows so strong Where compassion has no place, there love must flee. I've always felt for Nerandel, whose glorious husband is about all we know of her; but the poem is somewhat angsty, and less revealing than I'd hoped. ah well.
Faramir and Eowyn, fluff in meter. The miseries of a fear-encrusted land Are washed away by silent April’s rain ‘Pon cloudless heavens fades the shadow’s hand In your eyes is sorrow’s mortal bane. With you I may the eternal dark defy And share of me what only night has known; To laugh once more as terror passes by Stand rooted firm though world be overthrown So I shall ride with you through fields of dream By steeds of hope be borne o’er roaring falls The songs of Arda swell to a glorious theme Of strength renewed that reigns in Marble halls. Now laugh, my love, and see the war is won, Come dwell with me in light of unending sun. |
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