poetry

Mistake. Yet another mistake.

How much? How much more must I take?

What I had. What I love. What I lost. 

After wrong, for right I swallow bitter cost.

Scream. I want to shout. 

Rage. Destroy. I want to let it all out. 

Numb. My outside, my shell is numb.

Lament of a Rider

1. The Rider’s Journey

Some verses shared with Diruviel by a guest in Imladris many years past. She believes it is but a part of a longer poem celebrating midwinter. Perhaps she'll come across the rest of it one day, but for now, it brings cheer during the long, cold nights.

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"The Long Night"

Twilight growing, stars are twinkling

As they above in sky are winking

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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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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Twist and turn-

Blaze and burn-

Fly and fall-

Cry and call;

Her symphony of sighs,

Desire her demise,

Stand there for me —

~The Song of Tinnurion~

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