This is a poem from Feanor's pov after he found that his father had been slain . . . . the last line is Quenya for 'alone in the rain.' REVIEW! and tell me what you think, and if anything would be better if I changed it.
Soul Wound
What can I say?
What can I do?
These tears I cry . . .
I know not what to do.
I sit on these steps,
Alone in the rain.
No one to sit beside me
To hold me in my pain.
No comforting hand on my own.
They say I should hold my head high,
And carry on as before.
Yet how can I?
When my heart is this torn?
Their words are each a stinging blow,
They do not understand.
How can they know?
I reach out for someone to love,
Yet they all shy away.
Why are they afraid?
They call me mad and fey.
Perhaps I am such things,
Yet, if only they knew,
My heart is bleeding from a soul wound,
From when it was torn in two.
Er mi ulma . . . .
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