A/N: I don't know whose point of view this little poem's from. Probably the
Elf in Renid. The first two lines kinda sprang into my head in class one
day and I followed from there. Some Elf who's traveling, anyway, and rose
earlier than his friends at that quiet time of morning right before the
sun's up. It's a time of which I'm rather fond.
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A Song for a New Day
~
If a star lingers in the sky
It lingers far from here.
It flees the morning and the light,
It loves the darkness,
And it must now go.
~
The mist rolls back from the ford,
A breeze blows from the west,
Look, the way is now clear.
And what is at its end?
Let us be away at last.
~~~
~~~
~~~
A/N: Again, suggestions, if you would be so kind.
Elf in Renid. The first two lines kinda sprang into my head in class one
day and I followed from there. Some Elf who's traveling, anyway, and rose
earlier than his friends at that quiet time of morning right before the
sun's up. It's a time of which I'm rather fond.
~~~
~~~
A Song for a New Day
~
If a star lingers in the sky
It lingers far from here.
It flees the morning and the light,
It loves the darkness,
And it must now go.
~
The mist rolls back from the ford,
A breeze blows from the west,
Look, the way is now clear.
And what is at its end?
Let us be away at last.
~~~
~~~
~~~
A/N: Again, suggestions, if you would be so kind.
