Arwen
Violet-blue eyes,
Shadowed by an azure veil.
The lonely, mourning, Elven grace.

A single tear rolls down her cheek,
Her soft white hand wipes it away,
But a flood of more tumbles down.
No hope is left,
Her choice was made long ago,
She would rather die than go away.
Her whole heart loved the man who died,
The lonely, mourning, Elven grace.

A tiny hand slips into hers,
She smiles tenderly at her son.
“Where’s Papa?” He asks.
She lifts him up,
Gently kissing the top of his head.
“Eldarion, my son, Daddy had to go away,
He loved you very much, my child,
But death is of this world.”
Eldarion smiles brightly,
The sun on a cloudy day,
“We’ll see him someday Mamma,
Don’t be sad.”
She looked down upon his little face,
No more a lonely, Elven grace.

Her son has brought the joy she missed,
A stirring of hope,
Within her weary heart, the healing had begun.
“My son, my son… If only your father could see you now.”
And up above, a man smiles down upon his family,
A small young boy, Eldarion,
And his wife, the Elven grace.





A Whisper of the Past

Just a whisper of the past,
A memory barely there.
What once I enjoyed,
Now gone forever.

A quiet song,
Crying out for my return.

No turning back.
I’ve made my choice.

It beckons and calls,
Making me think twice.

It’s not right.
There’s nothing left for me.
I know it cries,
I know it beckons,
I know I’m gone.
I won’t return.


My Captain
Whispering men,
Tall and lanky,
Closing in around me.
Strong hands cover my mouth.
Darkness sweeps over me.
The hands that wielded a sword now bound.
They eyes that saw blinded.
He stands behind me,
Guarding.

His captain walks in front,
Questioning.
I have been caught.
I, the turncoat.
Once my captain,
He stands now my enemy,
I have been caught before.
This time I won’t run away.
We’ve been through this already.
This time I’ll stay loyal.
My bonds are cut.
He hands me my sword.
I kneel before him,
My Captain once again.



The Music, The Dance
There it is…
The sound, the calling.
The crying, the joy.
It sings, it wails;
It calls my name.

Swept off my feet,
I whirl and spin,
The world disappears,
I am alone,
I am one with the music.

Come dance with me tonight,
Let us leave the world behind,
Listening as it calls to us,
To join us in its song.



Shieldmaiden
I am a shieldmaiden,
Standing fair and tall,
A winter morning,
Still clinging to spring.

I am a Captain,
Wishing my father’s praise.
Fair-minded, merciful,
Just and modest.

Lady of the Shield-Arm
The Steward
White Lady of Rohan
Prince of Ithilien.

Wounded both,
To healing came.
A broken heart made whole,
Love has found both –
The Captain and the White Lady



The majority of them have long stories behind them... I only write poetry through feeling, and thus cannot write on a certain subject. But I'd love any feedback you have!

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