I don't usually do poetry, but a few lines from Tolkien caught my eye. Thanks to Doctor Who and J.R.R. Tolkien. Let me know what you think!
East of the Sun, West of the Moon
I took your hand, when you said run,
Dancing through Time to light the wondrous stars.
What will be and what was, under strange suns,
And Forever weighed down in your hearts.
No Oncoming Storm or Wolf kept at bay,
Could lessen my grasp, our fingers entwined.
Through Space, and new worlds, this Wolf will have her day,
Across oceans of Time for your love to find.
Then came that dark hour, together again,
Alone on a long, lonely street.
What was, once more, in your arms sweetly lain,
Apart, but e're destined to meet.
The Universe, her gift, a strange sense of humour,
And unrequited love seemed her game.
I beheld you struck down, in my throat a strangled murmur,
The Wolf cried out your most sacred name.
The Storm seemed to pass, a quick summer squall,
Then stepped I to your cool embrace.
And the man I had known was not gone at all,
I could see him writ o'er your sweet face.
But in battle sometimes, the ends are justified,
By the means with which victory is bought.
And the Second Storm rends what the first denied,
Through him the fires of evil put out.
At the End now, the Other, broken, alone,
And decisions must be made once more.
In that moment I knew, you could not be my home,
The Universe must settle the score.
So passionately you railed, accusatory,
Of blood and danger and his genocide.
The irony being, lest you forget in your glory,
When first we clasped hands, yours burnt with mirrored crime.
Then chances were given, you pushed them away,
And I felt our Forever grow dim.
O'er the waves a new sound, a Wolf's keening bay,
My new destiny a Forever with him.
All it took was a whisper, his words in my ear,
For you believed they did not need to be said.
No sweeter sound could I hope to hear,
From you, silence, the Other professed them instead.
Though you desired to beseech me to run one last time,
You stood ruefully mourning on the cold sand,
And I claimed the Other, his lips brushing mine,
With your leaving he took my trembling hand.
His love is mine now, as mine once was yours,
The Wolf could not weather the Storm,
And I love him complete, with a heart full of scars,
He tells me that your hearts are torn.
Perhaps the Storm could not tame the Wolf,
A thing so mortal, bound to wither and die.
But my love can and does hold you both,
Looping from sand to the skies.
The stars sing the song, of the destiny fulfilled,
But when journey's end came, it came too soon.
The day on the sand, where the Wolf's blood was spilled,
And we were East of the Sun, West of the Moon.