My first Silmarillion poem/fic thingy...I hope I got the spelling right here...it's so confusing to me
A splendor she is, a sight to see.
The sun she is, the moon is me.
Arien, an everlasting flame.
The light she gives, brings me to shame.
Many ages ago, I sought for her.
The light is now but a blur.
A hunter am I, with a bow of silver,
Is still seeking, becoming unsure.
Tillion am I, the steerer of the Moon,
Arien the Sun, whom I hope to see soon.
A hopeless chase, it may seem to thee,
A memory I will try to live, is what sets me free.
I wasn't sure of the spelling of Tillion, whether there were two L's or one...someone please tell me so I can correct it...sigh please review!