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                                                                                   Love Story

                                             by: Evenstar

                                                I
                                  A light in the Shadows.

It would have been a glorious morning for any person who appreciated life and received love and freedom like an eagle to fly as high as it could or as far as sunlight to discover a new world full of poetry and beauty…

But not for her, as she was standing, as always, before her people in Meduseld feeling the air go by with each breath she took, taking away lost memories of a childhood that would never return.
Some remaining tears were falling from her pale soft cheeks while remembering her loss: Prince Theodred was dead, now she knew he wouldn’t come back, she was alone… so lonely, that she wished she could he far away, she could ride a horse and face danger, for there was nothing left for here in Rohan.

The worst was Grima Wormtongue, whose words would penetrate in the happiest beings leaving poison that kills slowly.
He loved to awaken Eowyn’s deepest nightmares, to make her feel useless and weak. Who knew what he was planning when he left for long periods of time without telling anyone his destination.
Eowyn suspected treason, but there was really nothing she could do, for Theoden, her beloved uncle, was the King and he seemed to like Grima a lot.

As time passed by, Eowyn noticed her uncle’s growing weakness until he seemed totally possessed by Grima’s poisonous tongue. Nobody Knew how much she suffered, not even her brother Eomer. She felt trapped in a world where she was left to do the cooking and house keeping without getting rid of the shadows that clouded her mind, she wouldn’t be free.

If she told Eomer, all he would do is listen to her, hug her and tell her to avoid thinking about it and to grow up like he had.
Every woman was born for specific obligations, he would tell her; he would remind her that she was a maiden of the house of Eorl and that honour would always follow her, but his words never filled her young heart.

She was still dreaming of the day when her pure and sensitive heart would feel love for a man capable of loving her knight spirit and of stealing her heart away replacing it with his.
She always wondered what it would be like to feel burning love in her heart, but her hope was dying and her spirit trapped like a nintingale in a cage getting more and more depressed by each second that passed, fearing to become a weak prey for the vipid snake.

Hama approached to the White Lady, darkness seemed to drawn the heart of Rohan slowly, for its people seemed bitter and happiness gone.
Eowyn looked at him as he said:

-My Lady, your brother wanted to answer your calling… but he… he was sent to prison for threatening Grima in front of King Theoden.

-But…? Why?

-I’m terribly sorry, my Lady… I could take you to see him.

-It’s all right… I can go by myself, thank you.

-As you wish.

Pain stroke, as if she was injured in a war, her face reflected the sadness of a pure heart that has suffered since conception and couldn’t see the light.
She left Hama to enter the mysterious castle of Meduseld, home of the Rohirrim. She saw her uncle as weak as a falling leaf in a lonely autumn far away from help or love.

While she descended of hope, she was forced to survive with her remaining strength. She left her uncle in his agonizing lagoon and walked through the passage of the right until she stood in front of the tenebrous stairs of angst and torture. She went down the staircases with a lit candle and as tormented she could be… She knew her brother was as sad as he could be, for his knight spirit summoned his desire of defending Rohan even with the disapproval of the King.
She wanted to talk to him and… suddenly, she faced nightmare itself…

Grima was standing in front of her with his everyday evil smile and some keys in his hands. The free air left leaving a poisonous fume and darkness covered her world.
She saw him in the eyes and picking up a torch she said:

-Excuse me… Let me pass.

-Why should I? Finally I get to see you without interference. - He answered approaching to her slowly.

-Leave me alone snake! - She said stepping back.

-Oh, but you are alone… I don’t like seeing an indefensible sweet maiden alone. Time will come when you learn to appreciate me, my Lady. - He approached more and she felt trapped between the snake and the wall. He approached more and lifted his arms while saying:
-So cold… so fair… like a morning of spring lost in time. But don’t worry… my love.

As he approached, darkness took her, she felt dizzy and confused; she felt as if she was lost forever and her last hopes dead. He almost touched her, his hands were too close to her shoulders… but suddenly she remembered her mother’s last words: “never give up, if a door is closed you can always find a window. Help arrives when you least expect it…”

She didn’t knew why, but Grima seemed petrified when he was about to hug her. When she looked to the snake’s back, she felt as if the fresh air returned to her lungs and light stroke the darkness inside her, as she heard a voice she would always remember:

-I think your tongue should remain closed unless you use it to advice the King wisely.

-Who…? Ando why do you think you can order me?!- Answered Grima pretending to hide his frightened emotions as the other man said:

-Even if Theoden King has fallen with your venom, I don’t think you have the power or right to command in Rohan, nor to send the heir to the throne to prison for you to abuse of purity itself and to torment the White Lady for you to get what you want. Now if you please follow me and show me where Lord Eomer is and leave this crystal flower alone.- The man had his sword in the back of Wormtongue all that time as Grima left Eowyn still amazed.

Grima was whispering words of hate he only understood while the man followed him through the dungeons.
Eomer was sitting holding his head with both of his hands and his elbows resting in his legs.
He seemed sad and confused. When he heard approaching footsteps he looked up and saw Grima trembling and a man he didn’t know holding his sword in the back of the snake. Grima seemed horrified because of looking at Eomer like if he was facing a hungry lion and asked:

-Can I… go now?

-Not jet snake. - Answered the man. – You have to undo this… Release him!

-But… The King himself ordered this… and I can’t break his rules.

-But you can break others can’t you?! - Said Eomer getting more irritated every second.

-Release him! Or you won’t leave this place.

-oh, I would need… to write the orders and then… call a guard and set him loose…

-Here is the paper. - Said the stranger handing him a piece of pregamin and a feather. – Begin writing, and make it quick.

Grima felt as if his plans failed and all he wanted now was to know who that man was to order him around. He hated him and now was thinking of revenge… He would find out who he was and get rid of him as fast as possible. Then he could just kidnap her and she would be his forever.

He wrote the order and released Eomer officially. Then the man told Grima:
-Eomer will be following your steps, so I would be cautious if I were you.

Grima left running and as angry as a rabies wolf after looking slowly at the man while he lowered his sword letting him go.
Eomer watched the despicable man go until he left the dungeons, then looked at the man and said:

-Thank you… but… how?

-Mithrandir told me you needed help. So I came as fast as I could.

-Mithrandir? Does he have other names?

-Yes, “many are my names in many countries”, he used to say, “Mithrandir among the elves, Tharkün to the Dwarves, Olórin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten, in the South Incánus, in the North Gandalf, to the East I go not.”

-Gandalf! I was beginning to fear that our friends would never come. Thank you. Tell me… is he coming? - Asked Eomer while they were leaving the dungeons and could watch nature through a window. The man answered:

-Yes, after he talked to… - He looked to the North and continued. – To some allies.

-He is the only hope to convince the King to defend his country instead of dying with it with each passing day… By the way… I have been rude to you.

Eowyn had left the dungeons since the man took Grima to the cell of Eomer. But she was curious about that man; she could still hear his voice… “Leave this crystal flower alone…” She didn’t know him, but now she wanted to, even though she thought she would never be interested in a man.  (last edit April 15th)

*(I haven't finished this chapter hope you like it).

*Please tell me what you think! This is just a first draft.

                                                    by: Ravehiir

An infant's cries pierced the crisp air of Eregion, sending many birds into flight. Many things in the wild heard those cries. Among them was an elven scout, Halfur of Rivendell. With his bow ready and an arrow knocked into it, he proceeded torward the cries. The overgrown trees and bushed grabbed to his cloak like long, sharp fingers.

The elf paused and studied the ground. There were traces of footsteps heading west. Looking ahead, Halfur noticed a broken twig. "Hmmm, the maker of these tracks passed here not two days ago." He was jolted to reality by a fresh wave of cries. A fox hurredly darted past going in the opposite direction. Halfur had the feeling that if he followed the footsteps, he would reach the source of the cries. Walking cautiously, pausing to study the environment around him he followed the tracks. The cries suddenly stopped. Halfur found the tracks leading to an old abandoned elvish outpost.

Halfur cracked the door open and cautiously peeked inside. There was absoulute silence, maybe an onimous one. He stepped inside and looked around, bow at the ready. He heard giggling. Halfur went to a corner and uncovered a baby boy, less than a year old. Halfur relaxed his grip on the bowstring and examined the baby that was staring at him with big eyes. The elf looked the infant over. "Mortal" he whispered upon seeing the baby's ears. "What should I do?" Halfur muttered. "Gimme yer money, thas wat" an evil voice said.

A dagger pricked the back of Halfur's neck. "Turn aroun' slow loike." Halfur turned and looked upon the rugged face of a wild man. "Drop yer bow pretty boy!" Halfur complied, his face calm, showing no fear. The baby giggled and clapped. The wild man studied the elf.

"Now" the wild man said with a wicked grin. "Gimme your purse or I cut you a new mouf" he said putting his blade on Halfur's throught. "Very well" Halfur said reaching into his cloak. The elf struck as fast as lighning and was standing over the dead man with a bloody knife. Halfur wiped his blade on the dead man's shirt and turned to the baby that continued to stare with his big grey-blue eyes.

Halfur opened the back door and noticed more tracks on the ground. These tracks are different, these must have been made by the wild man carrying a burden. He must have found the mortal babe in the woods and brought him here for a trap. How stupid. Halfur smirked and went back inside. The baby yawned and drooled.Halfur's tan eyes met the baby's grey-blue eyes. The elf smiled. "Lord Elrond of Rivendell will know what to do with you, but I should give you a name. Hmmm..." Halfur paused to think. An idea struck him. "I can see that you have great courage mortal, even though your an infant, you decided to live even in the face of impossible odds. You did not let the evil of that man" Halfur guestured to the body "affect you. The only name that could fit you...is valiant one, Astaldor."

Elrond sat on a balcony overlooking the waterfalls of Rivendell, thinking of what he and Gandalf had discussed many days ago. The One is alive, but where could it be? If Sauron regains his lost treasure, it will be the end of all good upon this earth... It would be just as bad for a man to have it and turn himself into another Nazgul... Elrond studied the birds that were perched in the trees near him. They know not of the evils that will come... An elf attendant walked on to Elrond's balcony. "My lord, Halfur has returned and he requests your audience. Elrond continued looking at the birds. "Yes yes, bring him here" he said a little impatiently.

Hulfur entered Elrond's room and bowed. "Come forward" said Elrond. Halfur rose. "Report" the Lord said. Halfur nodded.

"I scouted south, following the Loudwater River. I then followed one of it's tributaries to Eregion. I scouted through the wilds to the abandoned outpost and found this..." Halfur produced baby Astaldor from a sling inside his cloak. Elrond leaned forward and looked at the sleeping baby. "Let me see him" Halfur put Astaldor in Elrond's arms. "He is a mortal" Elrond said shifting his gaze to Halfur. Halfur nodded. "A wild man used him to try and trap me, but THAT is one less mortal in our world. On the journey back, I grew quite attatched to the mortal babe and him to me. I ask mi'lord if I could raise the boy and teach him the ways of the elves. I will teach him to not seccumb to mortal weakness."

"You ask much Halfur, you know of my resentment to men, but I grant you your request." He said handing the baby back to the smiling elf. "Thank you Lord Elrond, you will not regret this." Halfur bowed and left. Elrond returned to his thinking.

Many years later...
"Astaldor! Come here this instant!" Halfur shouted while looking around in the gardens. Suddenly Astaldor's head, upside down, appeared in front of Halfur. "Get out of that tree NOW!" Halfur said fuming. Astaldor grinned lopsidedly and dropped out of the tree. "top of the day to you father!" he said doing a little dance. Halfur folded his arms across hid chest. "Every time I try to teach you something intellectual, you run off." Astaldor stopped dancing and stared sheepishly at Halfur. "I'm not that good at elven runes. I can speak the language yes, but I just can't get anything else."
"Astaldotaurion! The reason you don't understand runes is because you never try-" "Father, I don't want to be a scholor, I want to be a scout like you!" Halfur hid a smile. "The influence of the elves goes far. There are many places in the world where our runes exist." Astaldor scampered off. Halfur sighed and looked to the sky for inspiration. He did not hear hear the approaching footsteps of Ranor, a fellow scout. "Halfur!" Ranor shouted. The elf in question jumped a foot in the air. Ranor failed to supress laughter "For Illuvitar's sake Ranor! Don't sneak up on me!" Halfur said panting. Ranor smiled. "Halfur, Kidel and I would like a word with you."

Astaldor sat by the Loudwater Waterfall with many thoughts going through his head. Why am I so...different from the elves? Why do some look at me with hate or pity? I don't feel the power of the Valar in my blood... Astaldor sighed and got up. He decided to walk through Rivendell's halls to further think.

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Ranor led Halfur to a room where Kidel, the head scout was waiting. "Please sit down" Kidel said motioning to some chairs. Ranor and Halfur sat down. "what's this all about?" Halfur asked. Kidel got up and walked to the door. After checking that no one was nearby, he closed the door.

"I returned from my scouting route not three days ago. I went all the way to the Dunlands, where I was hailed by a small group of the Dunedan, a band of rangers. They asked my business in their lands. I told them I was scouting on behalf of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. They belived that I was a wight of enemy spy so thet forced me to stay the night with them. I was not under direct guard, but I knew they were watching me. I overheard a Dunedan scout reporting to his leader. The scout said that a small villiage in Rohanhad recently been attacked by wild men and that many people had been killed, a few captured..."

Halfur interrupted "Why should we be concerned about this matter?" When have men helped us other than in the 2nd age?" "Because" Kidel said looking Halfur in the eye. "Astaldor has Rohirrim blood. I can tell by looking at his face. If we help those people, then we may find out Astaldor's past and maybe even find him a home among his people." "Does Lord Elrond know about this?" Ranor asked. Kidel nodded his head. "I did report back to Elrond, but he doesn't want to take any action. His hatred of men runs deep...Why he even despises Aragorn, the mortal his daughter loves."

"What do you propose then?" Halfur asked. Kidel's eyes lit up. "I say we help these people and find out about Astaldor's past." "Are we taking Astaldor with us?" Ranor said looking at Halfur. Halfur shook his head. "The road to Rohan is long and dangerous. Astaldor does not know of the wilds or how to fight. He would be better here than risking his life." Kidel nodded, even though he did not agree. "Ranor, are you in?" Ranor nodded. "It is settled then." Kidel said standing up. "At dawn we will travel to Rohan to seek clues as to where the captives are being held..."

There was a scurrying noise outside the door. Ranor lept up and flung it open. "What is it?" Halfur asked. "It's nothing...nothing's there." Ranor said shutting the door. The three elves leaned forward and outlined their plan in detail.

Astaldor was walking through the halls of Rivendell thinking. Sunlight was reflected in his eye. He looked right and saw on a mantle, The Blade that was Broken and it's pieces. He touched the hilt as he had done many times. "It is a wonderous sword, is it not?" Astaldor turned around and bowed to Elrond, who nodded back. "I have noticed that you show great interest in that blade, even though it doesn't come from your house." "Then what is my house mi'lord?" Astaldor asked. "The house of Elrond of course" Astaldor shook his head. "I don't believe this is where my flesh and blood are from. I don't seem to fit in with the elves."

Elrond hid a smile and picked up the broken sword. "This blade symbolizes to me the weakness and blindness of mortals." He looked at Astaldor. "You will find your house one day, for your house is not where your born, it's what is in your heart. Now, be off with you!" Astaldor bowed and continued walking down the hall." Elrond put the blade back All will become clear in due time mortal.

Astaldor heard voices from behind a door, one of them sounded like Halfur. Astaldor decided to listen in through the key hole. Kidel's voice reached his ears. "At dawn, we travel to Rohan to find clues about the captives, and maybe about Astaldor's past." Astaldor's eyes widened. "Halfur, are you sure Astaldor shouldn.t come?" Halfur coughed impatiently. "Yes I'm sure Ranor, now let's retire." Astaldor quickly ran away as fast as he could as the elves came out of the door.

Night fell over Rivendell. The trees danced in the wind. All beings were asleep. All but one. Astaldor moved silently within the shadows torwards the armory. A cricket suddenly sang, but too late. Astaldor wiped the bottom of his shoe against the wall in disgust. He finally reached the armory and picked the lock (an useful trick he taught himself) and slowly opened the door.

Moonlight shone through the window and was dimly reflected off the blades and armor. Astaldor had never seen so many weapons in one place in his life. He gazed in awe at the swords, arrows, axes, and armor; neatly arranged around the room. The trees rustling in the wind brought Astaldor back to reality. He began to browse through the armory. If he were to travel with Elron's scouts, he would have to equip like one.

He found a chain mail shirt and put it on under his clothes. Astaldor took down an elven longbow and a large quiver filled with arrows. He then spotted a long knife with an arm sheath and equipped that. He finally tied a traveling cloak over his equipment. If a stranger walked into the room, he would think Astaldor was one of the scouts (other than having round ears). Astaldor put the hood on and walked out of the armory to the larders.

*(to be continued)

Hey there! Well here’s a new story for you. I love E/F so heres my little tribute to them. Hope you enjoy!

Five weeks. Five long, miserable weeks Eowyn had waited. And now he was finally home. She stood in the white courtyard of Minas Tirith, waiting to greet him.Faramir and the King had gone to see the eastern defences and overview some of the work being done there. Eowyn would have gladly gone with them but, in her condition, walking was becoming a burden. And it wasn’t until Faramir pointed it out that she realised this and, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to stay in Minas Tirith.

Oh, how she longed to hold him, touch his face, tangle her hands in his raven hair, taste the sweet of his lips. She looked down to the large bump that was her abdomen and smiled. The baby would be born soon. How glad she was that Faramir would be there to see the birth of their child.

The sound of approaching hooves caught her attention. She looked up anxiously. She saw the King first and, although she smiled and bowed, she stood up quickly, straining her neck to try and spot him. Then there he was. And it was all she could do to stop herself running toward him.

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Faramir sat tall and proud upon his horse but his eyes were also sifting through the crowd, trying to spot his Eowyn. But she was hard to miss. He saw her, clad in white and wearing the starry mantle he gave her in the Houses of Healing. Her golden hair was being blown across her face by the wind and her smile when their eyes met left him breathless.

Faramir, smiling, jumped off his horse and made his way as fast as he could through the labyrinth of people. His smile soon turned to a grin when he took her in his arms. Tears started pouring down her face.

Faramir lifted her head and smiled. "Are you not happy to see me?" he teased.

Through her tears, she smiled. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Faramir whispered and kissed her, as desperately as man dying of thirst would drink water and caring not that everyone could see them.

Reluctantly, they parted for air and looked into each other’s eyes. Eowyn rested her head on his chest and let out a contented sigh. They stood there for a while, glad to be with the other.

Suddenly, Eowyn felt a pain in her abdomen. She gasped and grabbed Faramir’s arm tightly.

"Eowyn…" he said, worry in his voice and face.

"Faramir…" she gasped, her hand resting on her stomach. "I…I think it’s happening."

Faramir instantly knew what she meant. He thought about his first child every day while he was away.

"Ioreth!" he called to the woman, who was standing not far away. "Please come and help!"

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It was 6 hours later before Faramir could see Eowyn again. He hadn’t been allowed in the room with her but was constantly pacing outside it. He had fought many battles but this was more frightening than any of them.

He entered the room and saw Eowyn lying on the bed, smiling at him. Her hair was loose and tangled and her cheeks were red but she still looked beautiful. He walked slowly over to her and in her arms he saw the most wonderful thing. A tiny baby. A grin came to his face. All that terror for this?

"It’s a boy," Eowyn whispered, sleepily.

"And he’s beautiful, just like his mother." Faramir kissed her on the forehead.

"I think he looks like his father," she replied. "And I want you to name him."

"What?"

"I want you to name our son."

"But…but Eowyn," Faramir stuttered. "Shouldn’t we…"

She cut him off. "Please Faramir." She muttered and smiled at him. He couldn’t refuse her.

He looked at their son and smiled. Eowyn was right. He did look like his father. Then, slowly but surely, a small smiled crept upon the tiny lips. And Faramir had the perfect name.

"Hello Elboron," he whispered.

"It’s perfect" Eowyn said, resting her head on his shoulder.

Well there you go. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review!

Katy

                                                Boromir's elegy

                                                             By: Evenstar

"The night was long, everything seemed at peace and fro once time seemed to have stopped to help the restless recover for a long journey.

But, is it possible to not be at peace among the protection of the night and the sweet arms of Morpheus? Sometimes night itself brings up all sorts of confusions and fears in all troubeled beings, leaving as a result not only heaviness for the next aurora but a clear burden which grows as lonelyness and missunderstanding get closer and the preassure leaves you breathless.

Why not rest like everyone else who seemed lost in dreams and not question themselves until tomorrow arrived? No, there is no rest to be taken, nor cure for this my torment. Night may pass and some land may be free and rejoyce among the wisdom and deepness of the elves, but far beyond that, among everything that surrounds me, wherever I go, I hear in my soul the pain and screams of my people, in the forgotten lands of the past, once a proud citadel as strong as an unnumbered army and as charming as the sunlight in the morning... now a fallen city invaded by fear and doubt. How much longer will it stand the enemy threat?!

I will take this no longer! But what can I do here? In the middle of the Anduin? Will I arrive too late? Is there something I haven't found?

My people don't sleep, neither should I, for now I regret leaving those lands where I learned to live, to cry, to laugh and to love. I gave my whole life to those lands, my beloved Gondor, the only White Beauty I devoted myself to... And I left her so long ago!

I dar not turn back for I will find myself among such confusions!"

He arose from his bed and sighted as the moon revealed some light of hope. He got up and found himself facing the crystal waters of the river that arrived to Ithilien, he was sweating and desperate.  he sat down and washed his face with the pure and cold but consolating water of the Anduin. As time passed he saw the water as it moved after his touch until he could clearly see himself.

Suddenly as when somebody needs an answer, he began to see in the water some memories of his happier youth producing a deep smile in his sealed lips…

He looked deeply and saw a tired man who knows that doom is near and is resigned to it, he rubbed his eyes as a bright star came across and he looked at the beautiful sky full of stars and felt the fresh air caress his worried face and closed his eyes…

For a moment his being relaxed as he began to hear a beautiful song played in his days of infant hope. Then he remembered his last days in Gondor he was on his horse with his brother… they were saying goodbye, but he did not know why Faramir seemed sad, did he know something he didn’t?

He couldn’t remember his brother’s last words, but now relief entered his soul as a thought was born in his mind : “Faramir would have joined this noble cause”.

Even though there have been many losses on the way, he knew he couldn’t  return and face the unsatisfied hunger of his father with such secret mission.

As the night passed by, the sour words of the Lady of the Woods began to grow in power and sound in his head, he should be true to his word! He couldn’t fail now!

But would he know when to fight against it? It was probably the most difficult test he had ever faced. He sat back on his warm blanket and as time went by and the soft blanket began to warm his body, he kept on thinking about the past… his youth… his mother… his city…

Which will be his fate?

(fINISHED  April 15th)

Tears are but melted snowflakes....     Poems by:  Agarwaen
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my love, you are my snowflake
so delicate and pure
i only wish to hold you
but if i do, im sure

at my touch you'll wither and fade
and become but a uniform drop
so before i reach out and destroy you
i gasp- force trembling hands to stop

then i sit, and gaze at you
so glorious and bright
i put away a glimpse of you
to get me through the night

i only wish to tell you what you mean to me
how can i voice what i long to do?
to reach out, catch your lovely hand in mine
to have forever within my arms...you

and though i know i cannot dare to hope
that for me you could ever feel this way
i cannot help but sit and wonder
if you might be mine someday

and so, my crystalline snowflake
falling so fragile and free
i fear i'm doomed to wish to touch you
as you fall away from me...

(yeah i know... sappy)

Vengeance
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I stand here gasping
covered in her blood
till you walk in the room
and shriek "what's going on?!"

But you know what i did
and you know all the reasons
yet what's done is done
there's no way to appease it

You burned with lust
i blazed with rage
i took one look
and swung my blade

As the knife sunk to the hilt
still my fury refused to ebb
so i plunged it once more
and again and again

Then as i looked upon her
she seemed so beautiful
i was drawn to look down on her
and then to drink my fill

Now judge says that I'll rot in jail
while her mother swears I'll burn in Hell
but i hold no fear of judge or jury
and as for Hell, it has no fury
As that of a lover scorned


(sorry if you find it creepy) (April 20th)

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Some poems from: Morsereg

Haiku
"One-Winged Angel"
Fallen from heaven
My deadly one winged angel
Sadness leaves me now


Tanka
"My Eternal Dark"
My love, where are you?
I can’t find you in the dark
Let us go away
I need you to save me now
For this dark lives inside me

Cinquain
"Salvation"
Kelsey
My only love
You give me sanity
My pure happiness around you
‘Till death

Sonnet
"Because of my Beloved"

I wanted to go away and die
Then she came and showed me the light
She loved me and I began to cry,
Washing away all of my fright

She’s my eternal salvation
My heart is hers forever now
Bound to her by our relation
Time to see her and take my bow

My sadistic nature is gone
I will have to see through the screen
In the end I’m always a pawn
This time, I’m a king to her queen

Death may take us away from here
But that is not something we fear




Villanelle
"Fallen"
I am barely fallen, as you refer to me
You speak of it as if it were a romantic tragedy
Insanity is just a liberation you won’t embrace

I did not fall, I escaped
Who would stay with a father who condemned him?
I am barely fallen, as you refer to me

I am Sephiroth, the One-Winged Angel, Son of Jenova
I will not stand it anymore
Insanity is just a liberation you won’t embrace

What loving father cages his son?
Do I not deserve my own life?
I am barely fallen, as you refer to me

They were just afraid in the end
Scared of me coming to overpower them
Insanity is just a liberation you won’t embrace

I’m just a puppet, afterall
I have no heart, and feel no pain
I am barely fallen, as you refer to me
Insanity is just a liberation you won’t embrace



Pantoum
"Bed of Black Roses"

I lay here, my eyes losing all light
Black petals dyed red
I’m about to fade into eternal night
Left on these black roses, my eternal bed

Black roses dyed red
There’s no way to save me
Left on these black roses, my eternal bed
You can’t change what I see

There’s no way to save me
Caught in these lies
You can’t change what I see
No one hears my muffled cries

Caught in these lies
I am eternally condemned
No one hears my muffled cries
For these wounds, no one can mend   (April 28th)

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some poems from: Jordan Jensen