Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to J. R. R.
Tolkien.
I wrote this little poem, if Legolas should die at sea. The book recites a poem about him dying in the ocean. It was sad. Just like this poem. Very sad.
1 Dead At Sea
Legolas I mourn for thee,
For thou shalt meet death at sea,
From ye Waters ye tide shall bloom,
Only to meet thy final Doom,
And Water Demons of malice and knave,
See thee to thy Watery grave,
We shall weep forever in pain and sorrow,
In knowledge that they shant see thee tommorow.
Thy bow is untouched, and so is thy quiver,
Ever so quiet it gives us a shiver,
No! Is the water red?
Ye people shall mourn if thy Prince Greenleaf is dead,
Shall Aragorn and Gimli weep too?
When thy young life is through?
Will Father and Mother whom known thee long,
Cry out in rage during thy death song?
Salt water drops rest on thy young face,
As now gentle waters lap upon thy Royal grace,
We will all curse, scream and shout,
After then wish for a sudden drought,
In Heaven, Legolas please look down,
Where sorrow exists, where you had drown.
THE END
Believe it or not, that took me 45 minutes to write! Well, please leave a review. Lament for Boromir is up. (sob) I need a tissue. Someone kill this poem, please.
I wrote this little poem, if Legolas should die at sea. The book recites a poem about him dying in the ocean. It was sad. Just like this poem. Very sad.
1 Dead At Sea
Legolas I mourn for thee,
For thou shalt meet death at sea,
From ye Waters ye tide shall bloom,
Only to meet thy final Doom,
And Water Demons of malice and knave,
See thee to thy Watery grave,
We shall weep forever in pain and sorrow,
In knowledge that they shant see thee tommorow.
Thy bow is untouched, and so is thy quiver,
Ever so quiet it gives us a shiver,
No! Is the water red?
Ye people shall mourn if thy Prince Greenleaf is dead,
Shall Aragorn and Gimli weep too?
When thy young life is through?
Will Father and Mother whom known thee long,
Cry out in rage during thy death song?
Salt water drops rest on thy young face,
As now gentle waters lap upon thy Royal grace,
We will all curse, scream and shout,
After then wish for a sudden drought,
In Heaven, Legolas please look down,
Where sorrow exists, where you had drown.
THE END
Believe it or not, that took me 45 minutes to write! Well, please leave a review. Lament for Boromir is up. (sob) I need a tissue. Someone kill this poem, please.