Post by mgh48 on Jun 2, 2008 0:31:35 GMT -5
Hello, all!
Below is a poem I wrote some time ago in reverence for the Silmarillion:
enjoy, if you wish:
ALQUALONDE
Long ago on the silver shores of Alqualonde,
I clutched the Noldorin gems:
Cold gleams stained with argent sand,
Piercing pearls like fallen stars in teeming tidal pools.
In my song and memory, still I stand there, looking
Outward from the Deathless Shores upon a disturbing
Sea, the tickled waters where Ulmo's treasured shrouds
Are so profound, even Mandos knows not their Deeps.
And I recalled the dark before it was darkness,
The light before lightless shadow swooped,
Mocking Manwe's Eagles, veiling Varda's dome
With Melko's hate and Ungoliant's venomed breath.
Light before Sun and Moon was forever perished,
Irrevocable, but endured in silima and song.
Yet Elentari's tears, so fiercely shimmering,
Relit the sightless shores and distant brow of Eldamar.
I sang my song to the timeless winds and waves
Brushing the blessed brink, guiltless yet gored,
So the sand was as woe'd with wounds
As Manwe's heart by Feanaro's broken vow.
Mighty came the Mariners in their samite ships
To berth the foam-specked quays with periling
Shadows that keened the Calaciryan glimmering,
Like Noldorin blades upraised in everduring challenge.
But I tarried there on the shores of Shadowmere,
And stilled my melancholy songs:
Cold lays weeping with rue'd dismay,
Sorrowing airs on the silver shores of Alqualonde.
Below is a poem I wrote some time ago in reverence for the Silmarillion:
enjoy, if you wish:
ALQUALONDE
Long ago on the silver shores of Alqualonde,
I clutched the Noldorin gems:
Cold gleams stained with argent sand,
Piercing pearls like fallen stars in teeming tidal pools.
In my song and memory, still I stand there, looking
Outward from the Deathless Shores upon a disturbing
Sea, the tickled waters where Ulmo's treasured shrouds
Are so profound, even Mandos knows not their Deeps.
And I recalled the dark before it was darkness,
The light before lightless shadow swooped,
Mocking Manwe's Eagles, veiling Varda's dome
With Melko's hate and Ungoliant's venomed breath.
Light before Sun and Moon was forever perished,
Irrevocable, but endured in silima and song.
Yet Elentari's tears, so fiercely shimmering,
Relit the sightless shores and distant brow of Eldamar.
I sang my song to the timeless winds and waves
Brushing the blessed brink, guiltless yet gored,
So the sand was as woe'd with wounds
As Manwe's heart by Feanaro's broken vow.
Mighty came the Mariners in their samite ships
To berth the foam-specked quays with periling
Shadows that keened the Calaciryan glimmering,
Like Noldorin blades upraised in everduring challenge.
But I tarried there on the shores of Shadowmere,
And stilled my melancholy songs:
Cold lays weeping with rue'd dismay,
Sorrowing airs on the silver shores of Alqualonde.
