Poem

What happens when

A love is broken?

Does it whither in the sun

Or walk away and then break to a run?

Does it shatter like glass between hammer and anvil

Or is it a relief and help you fulfill?

Does it freeze

in the back of one's heart?

Does it melt

In the fires of one's hate?

Or does it implode on itself

Like a star at the end of its life?

Or does it remain,

teasing the heart and mind?

(You see a piece of paper balled up on the ground, thrown away in frustration.  You open it up, and find a song or a poem, mostly scratched out.  Clearly a minstrel wrote this, or was working on it, and got frustrated, unnable to find the right words.)

Of the Sun and Moon

~L

Marvelous rays!

Devine Perfect fire!

A heat and a wonder wihto without compare!

I will never tire weary of thee.

Marvelous beams!

Conceived a year before the Day of the Red Sea,
Born to Vengeful mother, gone to flee,
Gone over Ice in pursuit of dreaded twilight,
Betrayed by vengeful king who slipped through eyesight,
O glorious white ship, stained with blood!
Sailed beyond their sight, drowned by the sea flood,

Left all alone, to fend for themselves,
Doomed to die, the unlucky Elves,
Vengeful mother, enraged by her loss,
Hot in pursuit, angered to cross,

Gather around dear friends, and I'll tell you a tale.
Of what can befall a young hobbit, who's taken with ale.
 
My story takes place in the town of Bree
I'd gone seeking my fortune at The Prancing Pony
Pies, puddings and fishcakes I'd taken with me
To trade with Barliman for a reasonable fee.
 
Barliman protested 'Your price is too high'
'For fishcakes, puddings and your spectacular pies'
'If you're agreeable, I'd like to offer instead'

She who stalks the silent night,
wanderer of the kingdom lost,
Such a plain yet elusive sight,
hardships on her brow embossed,

One abandoned, convicted for undone crime,
Redemption far and unseen,
Perhaps it will come, come in time,
Yet she roams still over the green,

Wolf-eyed gaze, glaring from the dark,
once an innocent young maiden,
Now changed so stark,
no longer innocent, the Wolf-eyed Maiden

When sun and sky shine bright and fair,
When birds are singing in the air,
When spring rains washed away the dust,
Who wants to sit at home and rust?

The meadows dressed in colours gay,
The winds tell tales from far away,
Whenever springtime comes around,
Out on the roads is where I'm found!

The wanderlust comes over me,
I can't be bound, I must be free!
And off I set on the old track,
I don't delay, I don't look back.