O For a Star: A Lord of the Rings Poem
Outside the lair: This wasteland chokes my hope, my breath. My doomed path looks only to death. My Burden hangs with heavy strain. It makes each step a piercing pain: A fiery wheel, an Eye…
Outside the lair: This wasteland chokes my hope, my breath. My doomed path looks only to death. My Burden hangs with heavy strain. It makes each step a piercing pain: A fiery wheel, an Eye…
In the beginning, I saw a pale, bloated and dirt-speckled face of someone who might have been a man—but slimy, stringy-looking goo encased him too tightly for me to be assured of his exact species.…
Who reads trilogies backwards? Who has the nerve to foil the effort an author makes to write a logical narrative by snickering and reading the end of the tale first? Who has the gall to…
The simbelmynë and I are kin, Blossoming in this land of Men: A western star the heavens wept Upon the mounds where Dead are kept. The daughter of all noble kings, Within my soul, a war…
The evening is soft and the purple dusk deep,The village a-slumber, my baby asleep,The cradle a-rocking beneath my tired foot,The fire a-flaming in this little hut. My husband’s a-fighting somewhere in the wild,And I am…
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