poetry

*Written in Tengwar lettering, the text appears to be very old*

((The text here should be considered translated into modern Westron from an older form of Sindarin, dating back to the time of Beleriand))

The Sting of Mortality

'Twere with great glee I met the Naugrim,

Such casual yet curious creatures they were,

With hair from chin and jaw and under horn,

So small yet splayed in stature,

They worked without weariness, without wear,

Great walls and pillars, bejewelled or more,

Come

Dance with me

Unto oblivion

Lower your hood

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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Masks, countless, upon my face-

Grains of sand on an endless shore.

The friend;

The lover;

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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(S)trapped in (t)his (s)hell.

(D)our words,

My cur(s)e.

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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