Originally posted by Fëanor
yes...that is a bummeranyway peeps...i'm off - work is a callin' and i must return to my place back in the cog...
*transforms*
*robotic voice*i am a machine...i work all day...i am happy...i am a machine...
The Restaurant has decided that my services can no longer serve as a server.
Beeing a machine, was honorable while it lasted. 🙁
Deepest respect for you...kind sir.
What do you think of my LotR based poem?
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Kementári, Yavanna, The Giver of Fruits,
Clad in green, one of the Mighty Powers.
Alone she stands in a field so empty
Empty in spirit, empty in life.
The sight brings great sadness to her heart.
A garden, were light and warmth should have filled the air
And cheer and play of the little ones…the children of Eru.
But broken and hollow, the trees and flowers pay for their innocence.
Her eyes, gleaming siver, shine as bright as Elentári.
A tear swells up in her eye
Filled with the Power beyond the reach of the Quendi,
The single tear drops,
Hitting the soil quietly, absorbed willingly by the soil
Silver rain falls…
She turns, she leaves,
Knowing her seed has been planted.
And the strength of a vala so strong,
A single tear reshapes the land.
White dasies bloom, the wild flowers grow.
The willows sway gently in the wind,
And the green grass glimmers in the sun.
In a land of sad past memories,
New ones grow to replace those…
She sees this and more in her mind,
“May the grace of the Valar protect it,
With the blessing of Eru.”