This is a poem from Feanor's pov after he found that his father had been slain . . . . the last line is Quenya for 'alone in the rain.' REVIEW! and tell me what you think, and if anything would be better if I changed it.

Soul Wound

What can I say?

What can I do?

These tears I cry . . .

I know not what to do.

I sit on these steps,

Alone in the rain.

No one to sit beside me

To hold me in my pain.

No comforting hand on my own.

They say I should hold my head high,

And carry on as before.

Yet how can I?

When my heart is this torn?

Their words are each a stinging blow,

They do not understand.

How can they know?

I reach out for someone to love,

Yet they all shy away.

Why are they afraid?

They call me mad and fey.

Perhaps I am such things,

Yet, if only they knew,

My heart is bleeding from a soul wound,

From when it was torn in two.

Er mi ulma . . . .

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