I don't write poetry, I write prose. But after I got reading Tolkien I was inspired by the little songs of lore the characters would burst into. This is like those, just not as good.
Echonil?s curse
On an endless black day in the land of endless night Echonil on an earthen rug bathed in firelight From the hearth the wood crackled and burned The fire revealing pain and tear as he yearned For Radia who lived in the other world Of endless light where life unfurled
Echonil cried feeling he could cope no more As he thought of his love on the farthest shore He rose to his feet, his mind filled to the brim With thoughts of leaving with naught to stop him Armed with a lowly knife he set out on an unfamiliar track To the Elderhouse for a way out with no thoughts of coming back
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Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
With great speed he fled from the land he'd lived so long For hope that soon he should hear Radia's siren song So for weeks Echonil passed by brook and field To Elderhouse so he might learn to pass the dark worlds sheild If only to see the land of light and peace Where at long last his heart would find it's release.
Echonil fell upon the steps of Elderhouse with questions fast in mind 'I beg of thee, oh Elderin, grant me wisdom, so my star I shall find.' But the Elderin stood fast, this land of dark their beloved home 'What you seek cannot be told, lest you live your life to roam, In search of escape to that which you shall not reach, for the bonds to break before you are through are difficult to breach.'
Echonils rage burned at these words, for he knew he would have to prove his worth 'I will do as is required, for I will surely die, but in the land of light I shall have rebirth. Show me how I might inherit that splendid other land For I will someday turn to shadow and shall live without guiding hand.' His words moved the Elderin and their pity they laid upon him For as they were once men like Echonil they saw his future was dim.
'Go east beyond the stones of Denerothe and you shall find the passage there And when you enter the Great Barrier the trials thou shall find to fill you with dispair.' With many a thanks Echonil withdrew for he was given what he asked And when the path before him stretched forth the way home had been masked. 'Move on with courage young Echonil, for we can guide thee not. The path you have to find yourself.' The Elderin provide what he sought.
Echonil walked on, his search taking him to the stones of Denerothe, where the world was empty but for broken armor and bones. This place was once a home for battle, between two hatefull kings An anchient dispute, death and pain is what Denerothe brings. The men of Kanduet, all wise and keepers of life Saw the battles and watched the peasants low in strife.
The war of Reendol and Beolak, was haulted by the Kanduet For they wanted only peace, and thus the two kings met With these men of love and life, who would stop the war at all cost. But the kings would not agree, and so peace was once again lost. So the Kanduet, with anchient power from which no man has memory Bore down on the kings and thus their reign existed now in history.
Echonil stared at the two kings, cold and lifeless with no form And thus passed through the barrier and stepped into the storm. When the Kings were defeated, the men continued to fight With no lord to order them, this new war had no wrong or right. The Kanduet were wracked with sorrow to see their efforts a waste They split the world in two and the peoples were devided with haste.
Thus the barrier was born and the men forgot their anger And so began new lives where war would be lost forever. But this act was too much for the Kanduet, so they faded turning hollow And the world they lived in followed them, thus their homeland fell under shadow. The light that once had covered the earth had now gone forever Accross the sea of maddness where the men of Beolak would see night never.[/COLOR]
This one was started when my former wife told me she was leaving. A hard thing to deal with. right? Especially, with no real reason..... So part of this thing sat in my brain for for years... never really being anything.... When jody ( my wife now) and I went to New Orleans i asked her to marry me.I was at a little place called Pat O'brians. ( great Hurricans BTW!) and this popped into my head again... because Things had finally come full circle... The big D word was very hard on me. Jody and I had been best of friends while I was married. we were all freinds... but then that little spark happens.... And it took off.....
So this is a quick thing I remembered starting years before, and finally finishing on a napkin, minutes before I was going to ask Jody...LOL!!!!
My world reduced to ash all I have ever known burned to the ground in an uncaring blaze
Flames try to consume as I try and save the life I know Battered and bruised I carried on
and out of the ashes I have risen
maybe it was a wee bit of alchol talking.... but it just hit me that i was finally ok and better off going thru that wear and tear...
I'm going to start calling you "The Phoenix" Jason.
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I love your prose. I too like to write prose, but I'm not as good as you. Please think about continuing the story with a ray of hope from a unlikely hero who journeys to find the key to unlock the light once again. Just a suggestion.
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I've got about 5 pages die to write for this thread... I had it all typed out then Mozilla got hung in a loop and I had to restart it. Let's blame it on Barddas =) for GP Tomorrow promises to be slow at work, maybe I'll type it out and post it somewhere.... All sorts about that mystical spirit place from wence words come.
I love your prose. I too like to write prose, but I'm not as good as you. Please think about continuing the story with a ray of hope from a unlikely hero who journeys to find the key to unlock the light once again. Just a suggestion.
That's the most positive response I've ever gotten from my writing. Honestly. I've had comments before, even positive, but not like that.
I like the story line and I too would like to see this carried on.
It also has a good flow to it. Ever since I started reading LOTR. I find myself reading with the same rhythmic flow and for me it makes reading more enjoyable.
Keep it up.
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I like the story line and I too would like to see this carried on.
It also has a good flow to it. Ever since I started reading LOTR. I find myself reading with the same rhythmic flow and for me it makes reading more enjoyable.
Keep it up.
Thanks, Richard.
I know what you mean. As I was writing this, I kept picturing a little curly haired Hobbit standing on his chair blaring it out to the rest in the pub, or a Ranger singing to his company in the northern forests. I've never used rhyme before this, and if I had never read LOTR,I would not have tried.
Now that I'm armed with your encouragement, I will make it a point to follow this one through. Thanks, all of you folk.
Afar on the ridge A flicker of orange light Smell its acrid breath
There beyond the pass How did it get there so fast? Wings of burning death
No escaping here The dragon fire surrounds you Sleep well after flame
----------------------------- My own humble offering to those lives we've lost here in Southern California.
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Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning? ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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Touching. I've spoken with several people in that area recently. All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not there. I like your statement to the plight of those folks.
Hope you and yours were spared the damage of the flames.
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