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Ok yet another poem i wrote.... its in a story im still writing translated to elvish, i put the elnglish version up here.... its not really LotR related... exept for some hings tolkien created. I wrote Isils migth, becouse the moons migth would be to long.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the bits a pieces of elvish in this poem, nor do i own Tolkiens idears.. i just use tthem.

*~*~* The poem of Isil and Anor *~*~*

The sun and moon were bickering,

Watched by stars were snickering.

Whom it was that should now shine,

Was is mine or was it thine.

Wether not it was now day,

None did know and few could say.

"Its day! Its day!" The sun did call,

But still the moon just didn't fall.

After long a fruitless figth,

The sun gave in to Isil's migth.

So it was a day like all,

Watched by the Valar from their hall.
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YEs its a boring little poem.... it sucks and its worse then my spring poem!reviews verry much apriciated!

Review replies:

Emyrald: thanx n.n glad you liked it.

AlgelicDevil: rigth out of tolkiens books! *flushes brigth red* now you flatter me! and I have seen alot longer reviews, and those are the most fun to read.