Poem

Stuck in the mire that is my thoughts. 
My mind losing all its been taught
By me.

All the fears, suffocating
While my heart, itself, stands hating.
Never did I want this path,
But fate always gets last laugh.  

If these are growing pains,
Why do I not stand taller?
If, to strength, it pertains,
Why shatter me and make me smaller?

Many would offer words
Of comfort, to me.
But I stand so alone. 
Can't they see?

Knock, knock, knock. The tough wooden door made a ringing sound in the otherwise bare stone tower. It smelled like dust, as if very few would visit this part of the Pillar hall. It would be a correct assumption, of course. Hardly anyone would be let in to see the swallows, owls or hawks kept within, but its very dedicated keeper. Which seemed to not be in at the moment.

From fair free lands, from far froathy waters - wreathing, rounding rocks - the wayward wind comes a-writhing

From dankest dells, from dim deeps - drowneds’ dusky dwelling - it’s shadow spins a solemn story, now screaming shrilly, now sleeping soundly

”Come o wanderer-wind, come tell thine thrilling tidings!”

Seasons In Rivendell - A Poem For My Beloved Calaerneth.

If I was the bloodstained earth,

You would be my blooming trees.

To joy and love, you gave birth.

Lady of life, light of the Seas.

If I was the deep blue sea,

You would be my starry sky.

Alfirin like to golden bells

On plains of fairest Lebennin

with many of its sisters dwells

At evening often it happens yet,

When the rest of our night is free,

That a veteran old from the war is met,

And we chat about Ynel of Bree.

Though sullen the man may have been before,

More kindly his face now grows,

And his gray moustache doth a curl come o'er,

And smile on his visage grows.

He thinks how oft from the battle-plain,

or from long-day's travel incur

And wearied, came he a pint to drain,

in the Prancing Pony with her.

“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.

It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.

Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.

“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,