Post by Admin on Jan 2, 2021 18:42:28 GMT
Author: Cassie Hughes
Ranking: Tied for 3rd place
Summary – A poem in which Legolas shares a glimpse of what gets him through the dark times
Rating K
Ranking: Tied for 3rd place
Summary – A poem in which Legolas shares a glimpse of what gets him through the dark times
Rating K
A doorway to another time and place,
within my mind does dwell,
Through which I wander now and then
when rest is granted, from the fell
and awful beasts we daily fight,
To save our home
from evil’s blight.
That portal takes me far away to
childish fancies, I recall
when love and laughter filled the air,
No darkness smothered with its pall
of heavy miring apathy.
Greenwood was bright
as she was free.
I dance once more amongst the trees and fly
as carefree as a bird
along their branches, thick with leaves
where tawar’s song can still be heard
by those with heart enough to hear.
There is no death,
No blight, no fear.
My father races at my side, his cares
all vanished, wild, unbound
as Silvans goad us faster yet
to catch the moon and see him crowned
with starlight in the canopy.
A king to them,
Refuge to me.
Here dwells my final hope and shield against
the dark lords cruel sway,
Escape when war becomes too much,
Bloodshed too high a price to pay
for fëa to keep unstained and pure.
Through here is peace,
Though heart is sore.
A doorway to another time and place
within my mind does dwell,
and though my soul would tarry there
I dare not let its gentle swell
Of calm ensnare me yet a while,
I must endure
to make it real.
within my mind does dwell,
Through which I wander now and then
when rest is granted, from the fell
and awful beasts we daily fight,
To save our home
from evil’s blight.
That portal takes me far away to
childish fancies, I recall
when love and laughter filled the air,
No darkness smothered with its pall
of heavy miring apathy.
Greenwood was bright
as she was free.
I dance once more amongst the trees and fly
as carefree as a bird
along their branches, thick with leaves
where tawar’s song can still be heard
by those with heart enough to hear.
There is no death,
No blight, no fear.
My father races at my side, his cares
all vanished, wild, unbound
as Silvans goad us faster yet
to catch the moon and see him crowned
with starlight in the canopy.
A king to them,
Refuge to me.
Here dwells my final hope and shield against
the dark lords cruel sway,
Escape when war becomes too much,
Bloodshed too high a price to pay
for fëa to keep unstained and pure.
Through here is peace,
Though heart is sore.
A doorway to another time and place
within my mind does dwell,
and though my soul would tarry there
I dare not let its gentle swell
Of calm ensnare me yet a while,
I must endure
to make it real.