poetry

(See part I: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/63225)

But scoffs then Sigehelm scornful laughing

“This bumbling boy bursting into the hall

Conceived in violence

Born in contempt

Raised in remorse

Dance with the stars that twirl on high, 

And cast white gems on shimmering streams,

Laughing for light in obsidian sky, 

Below is a brief musing on the second Sack of Doriath, a disturbing event from Aduialant's youth. She prefers to never speak of it, but composing poetry is oft a method of catharsis for the lady.

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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II. Anger

You will not heal

Like a wound