'Lo. Yet another inane poem written out of boredom. but this time i wrote it in a Maths lesson. Not French. I found it to be more intellectually stimulating than quadratic equations. If you're wondering why there's lines throughout, it's cos it wouldn't let me leave gaps between verses. or stanzas to all others who have recently suffered GCSE English exams. There's another stupid bonus poem at the bottom of this. It's too short to put on its own. Please review.
P.S There are probably a few mistakes in this but forgive me, I needed rhymes. Oh, and i also know the rhyme pattern changes after the first stanza. That was just me. Being weird. As per usual
First beings to walk on Middle-Earth,
Iluvitar gave them their birth.
Lovers of peace, haters of war,
Such wondrous beings exist no more.
Fair, wise, immortal beings,
The Elves are magical creatures.
Their pointed ears and sparkling eyes
Are fair and distinguishing features .
They speak a beautiful language
and sound like they are singing,
or like waves washing the sandy shore,
or like little chime bells ringing.
They can only die if slain in battle
or if you break their heart.
Their fighting skills, so graceful,
have been perfected like an art.
When at last their time had come,
they left Middle-Earth in Men's hands,
and took the ships into the West,
to the Undying Lands.
Ok, now it's time to get really silly. I don't actually remember writing this, but evidently i did because it's in our (my friends and i) anthology in my writing. Saying by, well, me.
Ode to Gandalf
Gandalf the Grey,
and then he died.
Gandalf the White,
now he's revived.
(But you know, for me, I have to say,
He'll always be Gandalf the Gay.)