From barren lands where ice floes loom
she flew shrouded in grey damp mist
scouring the teeth of ragged heights
abysses fast in craggy depth.
In lone night beneath flaring stars
came wafting breeze of elven song
a vision warm of silver trees
amid a beckoning valley's bells.
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Across the plains of gold-strewn grass
waved riding swift a tireless steed
white-maned, a breeze of evening light
bearing a rider bright and fair.
His eyes were keen yet wide and far
in search for treasured gold and gem
not hidden in fierce dragon's lair
nor buried under mountain old.
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Some saw them passing through the gate
formed by the boughs of mallorn trees
beholding Cerin Amroth's green
immersed in glint of elanor,
niphredil's blooms in ageless grass.
Whither their road may ever go
their footfalls pace in union
Whichever starlight fills their eyes
a sky shines in their hearts.
4 comments:
Okay. This is wonderful! It's a story instead of a tale of unrequited love. Beautiful work!
Thank you, Bill : )
finally here to thank you from us both for the infinite magnificence of this, my friend. i've read and re-read it for many times, always smiling at the way you've been able to capture the aura of Serge's light. so grateful for your understanding and kindness and for writing such beauty. lots of hugs~~ :-)
Thank you as well. It's been a great pleasure to write it especially seeing both of you in such bliss.
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