This little poem is a half-drabble--50 words exactly, exclusive of the title--count 'em! The voice I think is Faramir's, but then again, maybe it could be any lover's............
~*~Beauty~*~
Beauty danced to the carol of your name
as we signed Love's treaty
on the terrace of morning.
Our beings, embroidered
with flowers, swans and lightning,
became flags in a strange
and many-towered Citadel
where every window
laughed at frowning battlements
and night was just another name
for Immortality.