Immortal Figure
Upon his perfect face he wears a mask, beautiful and unblemished no one see's the helpless cripple imprisoned in the youthful body; instead they see his mask splendorous and false. His eyes are as a void, expression is seldom shown in them, sometimes a flicker of hilarity can be spotted by those who know him well, but not many take the trouble to know him properly.
Who would want to know him?
They see a figure who has no need for friendship,
To them he is a machine running on oil.
He is alone;
He's gone too far down the road.
His machine is fast,
Leaving all the others behind.
For their sake lets hope his fuel doesn't run out;
Lets hope he never needs a shoulder to lean on,
Because he will never find one.
The other cars will eventually pass him by,
They will not stop.
Where is the good Samaritan I wonder?
Will he ever come?
This poem also inspired by lotr. Its about an elf, no particular one…it doesn't even have to be an elf, jut an immortal who is alone. The first part isn't poetry, just something I wrote a while ago on my computer. The second part I wrote in like five minutes, I just had a thought so its not great.
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