Post by Haerodiel on Jan 20, 2005 15:28:54 GMT -5
Ok, it's finnaly done. It's not that great, but I keep starting poems, and can't get past the second verse. It's done!! (and long) Here it is:
I wander through the wilderness,
Talking with my void company,
And listening to the many memories,
Of flower, rock, and tree.
Elves once lived here, they all agree,
And whome the do all miss,
For when the fair folk dwelt upon this land,
Every day was bliss.
“They held us in honor,” said the flower,
“And kept us very near,
They appreciated our beauty.
These Elves we held very near.”
“They shaped us well,” spoke the stone,
“And gave us many designs.
They carved and built us high in the trees,
The elves were much loved in their time.”
“We were their favorite,” mentioned the trees,
“And high in us they climbed.
They made their dwelling in our bows,
And their voices through us chimed.”
I felt sorry for the nature here,
Who missed their dearest friends.
I couldn’t leave them here alone,
To wait ‘til their own ends.
I turned around, and smiled at them,
And looked at their wood of peace.
Yet also it held sorrow in it,
T’ was not yet their time to cease.
Long days and days, and weeks on end,
I worked and did not rest.
If I stopped at all, it would take to long,
To complete this striving quest.
I took the stone and carved it,
So it curved and twisted ‘round.
I made stairs and lamps and much much more,
Its beauty did abound.
I picked up a vase that I had made,
And put some flowers inside.
I placed the vases all around,
With water to abide.
The stone made platforms, ramps and rails,
To satisfy the trees.
As I made the walls of the Elven homes,
The trees sang for me with the breeze.
I turned and looked, one last time,
And again, I saw peace.
Yet instead of sorrow there,
Joy did take its place.
Happy with the job I’d done,
I left it and went home.
Nature was happy and singing again,
And I had done it, all alone.
Feeling happy, I said to my self,
‘The end of that wood is near,
But they shall die in a joyous peace,
For the spirit of the Elves is there.’
I'm not to pleased with the second verse, but, ya. It's done, and ;D I like it. Tell me what you think. Critisism is also wecome, if you can tell me a way that I might be able to make it better. Thanks!
I wander through the wilderness,
Talking with my void company,
And listening to the many memories,
Of flower, rock, and tree.
Elves once lived here, they all agree,
And whome the do all miss,
For when the fair folk dwelt upon this land,
Every day was bliss.
“They held us in honor,” said the flower,
“And kept us very near,
They appreciated our beauty.
These Elves we held very near.”
“They shaped us well,” spoke the stone,
“And gave us many designs.
They carved and built us high in the trees,
The elves were much loved in their time.”
“We were their favorite,” mentioned the trees,
“And high in us they climbed.
They made their dwelling in our bows,
And their voices through us chimed.”
I felt sorry for the nature here,
Who missed their dearest friends.
I couldn’t leave them here alone,
To wait ‘til their own ends.
I turned around, and smiled at them,
And looked at their wood of peace.
Yet also it held sorrow in it,
T’ was not yet their time to cease.
Long days and days, and weeks on end,
I worked and did not rest.
If I stopped at all, it would take to long,
To complete this striving quest.
I took the stone and carved it,
So it curved and twisted ‘round.
I made stairs and lamps and much much more,
Its beauty did abound.
I picked up a vase that I had made,
And put some flowers inside.
I placed the vases all around,
With water to abide.
The stone made platforms, ramps and rails,
To satisfy the trees.
As I made the walls of the Elven homes,
The trees sang for me with the breeze.
I turned and looked, one last time,
And again, I saw peace.
Yet instead of sorrow there,
Joy did take its place.
Happy with the job I’d done,
I left it and went home.
Nature was happy and singing again,
And I had done it, all alone.
Feeling happy, I said to my self,
‘The end of that wood is near,
But they shall die in a joyous peace,
For the spirit of the Elves is there.’
I'm not to pleased with the second verse, but, ya. It's done, and ;D I like it. Tell me what you think. Critisism is also wecome, if you can tell me a way that I might be able to make it better. Thanks!