This is, without a doubt, absolutely the worst poem I have ever written.
But I'm putting it here to prove that I can write freeverse poetry if I
want to. Yes, it is from the viewpoint of Tilion. So? Get used to it.
*sticks out tongue*
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At the feast, laughing--
Then--a cold feeling
Something's horribly
wrong.
A blade -- a blade slicing
through Telperion. I can--
Can feel his agony.
Poison!
Telperion! He's bound to
Me. What if he dies?
will I go as well?
Arien -- she is
Bound to me.
To her is bound --
Laurelin.
Arien! Must warn her!
I make my way through
The crowd of the
Valar.
I see her spun-gold hair,
Shining silver in the light,
Unrivaled in its beauty.
My love.
Fairest of the spirits!
She sees me. One look,
And she knows
something's very wrong.
Hand in hand we run
Through Lorien's bounteous gardens.
There is death, the smell
Of death.
I weak suddenly, stumble.
Ari sustains me. Only she
Can stay my death.
Telperion's death is my death.
Too late!
Ahead, the clearing. A blade --
The poisoned blade --
In the trunk of
Telpirion.
his flowers -- their light is --
Is waning!
Laurelin -- Laurelin's light
Fades.
Ari sinks beside the
Trunk of her Tree.
Never again will it bring
Joy
To the Valar.
Or to her.
Darkness . . .
Falling . . .
My spirit --
Most has been
Destroyed.
All my life-force --
I gave it to Telperion.
Can he return my flame?
Only my love --
That's all that's left.
A tree-shaped flame --
It appears through the darkness.
A branch --
It detaches itself.
Towards me it comes.
Silver -- green shadows dance
In the fire.
It is what I
Gave to
Telperion!
I leave my raiment --
My flame
Burns.
The tree-flame molds
with my flame.
I am . . .
Whole.
Ari leans over me.
Her tears wet
My face.
"They killed our Trees!"
I embrace her,
Tears filling my eyes.
Our lament filling Lorien.
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See? See? Didn't I tell you it was terrible? *grins*
Miral -- Cool! E-mail me sometime (if you have e-mail) and I'll be glad to
help you in your walk with the Lord!
Pearl -- many thanks to my most faithful reviewer! I see you got your
spacebar working again! *grins in an Elrond-ish way* I really am not
satisfied with my poems, especially this one *makes a face at the poem
filling the screen*. Ah well.
Namarie,
Mac