A/N: I decided to try my hand writing something just for kicks. This is just a quick little poem about what I think happens when something goes away. Make of it what you will. Review if you want; I don't really mind either way.
Summery: When they leave, the world cries. When they leave, we are lost.
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, who I am not.
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Leaving.
Leaving forever, never to return.The sun dims, the stars lose their brightness.
Because they are gone forever.
Laughter is smothered by grief.
The race of Men is now alone.
Alone in their grief.
No one knows why, and yet something….
Something is missing.
But what?
Gone forever.
But they are ignorant.
Ignorance is bliss.
Memory fades, and the stories are lost.
Stories of the people of the stars;
Folk more beautiful than life itself
With long hair and laughing voices
Yet with inhuman strength and cruelness.
They are gone now.
The world sheds tears.
But that doesn't matter.
Because they are gone now.
And they took joy with them.
END
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So there it is, first one ever. More to come, maybe? Tell me what you think. By the way, this is not the format in which this was originally written, but this site is not being nice to me today. Again, this site is not working for me, and so this is a repost.