Okay this a little free-form poem I wrote just for the heck of it. It's set perhaps thirty years before FOTR.
Twilight comes
the shadow is rising
growing, consuming
the dark mist that once
shrouded the face
of evil is clearing
the world once known is fading
the bright day comes to a close
time, once a gently passing stream,
now flows swiftly, inevitably
yet the twin dooms,
entertwined by the nature
of the power possesed by few
are held at bay
mirth is not lost
and courage strengthens
twilight lingers
and with it memories
of times past
the leaves fade
the seasons change
and time grows ever shorter
yet mirth is not lost
as the golden sun shines
and the silver rains fall
[ June 12, 2002: Message edited by: The-Elf-Herself ]
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