A bit of haiku
To sate your poetic lust
"Nightfall in Mirkwood":
Branches sway and creak
Leaves rustle in the shadows
Cold laughter, silence...
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"The other [theme] had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony...and it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern..."
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