{"id":102873,"date":"2017-03-26T01:50:12","date_gmt":"2017-03-26T06:50:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=102873"},"modified":"2017-03-26T01:50:12","modified_gmt":"2017-03-26T06:50:12","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-february-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-february-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – February 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

Down the Rolling River<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Emmitt Thatcher<\/em><\/p>\n

Down the rolling river,
\nwhere the willow grows.
\nJust across the water,
\nwhere the suns reflection glows.<\/p>\n

Down the rolling river,
\nlies an old man\u2019s grave.
\nJust beneath the shady oak,
\nwhere protective branches wave.<\/p>\n

There the old man lies,
\njust beside the path.
\nUnder summer and winter skies
\njust beneath the earth.<\/p>\n

There he will lay forever,
\nwrapped in death\u2019s embrace.
\nThe old man of the forest,
\nlost to time and space.<\/p>\n

He was the first to mourn the winter,
\nthe first to celebrate in spring.
\nThe rain gave him cause to rejoice,
\nthe wind had made him sing.<\/p>\n

The sound of his laughter,
\nrolled over the hills.
\nThroughout the forest his songs could be heard,
\nspringing forth at will.<\/p>\n

Age had lost its hold on him.
\nhis wisdom of time unknown.
\nThe forest was his kingdom,
\nthe mountains were his home.<\/p>\n

His eyes reflected the starry night,
\nin them wisdom shown.
\nIn his smile was such joy,
\nthat none have ever known.<\/p>\n

But the pain of the world tore his heart,
\nit drained his life away.
\nFor he who loved the world so much,
\nbecame sorrows greatest prey.<\/p>\n

Now his song has ended,
\nhis laughter is no more.
\nHis wisdom has now faded,
\nhis memory lost to the time of yore.<\/p>\n

Down the rolling river,
\nlies an old man\u2019s grave.
\nJust beneath the shady oak,
\nwhere protective branches wave.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

Escaping the Dark<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Cassie H.<\/em><\/p>\n

A doorway to another time and place
\nwithin my mind does dwell,
\nThrough which I wander now and then
\nwhen rest is granted, from the fell
\nand awful beasts we daily fight,
\nTo save our home
\nfrom evil\u2019s blight.<\/p>\n

That portal takes me far away to
\nchildish fancies, I recall
\nwhen love and laughter filled the air,
\nNo darkness smothered with its pall
\nof heavy miring apathy.
\nGreenwood was bright
\nas she was free.<\/p>\n

I dance once more amongst the trees and fly
\nas carefree as a bird
\nalong their branches, thick with leaves
\nwhere tawar\u2019s song can still be heard
\nby those with heart enough to hear.
\nThere is no death,
\nNo blight, no fear.<\/p>\n

My father races at my side, his cares
\nall vanished, wild, unbound
\nas Silvans goad us faster yet
\nto catch the moon and see him crowned
\nwith starlight in the canopy.
\nA king to them,
\nRefuge to me.<\/p>\n

Here dwells my final hope and shield against
\nthe dark lords cruel sway,
\nEscape when war becomes too much,
\nBloodshed too high a price to pay
\nfor f\u00eba to keep unstained and pure.
\nThrough here is peace,
\nThough heart is sore.<\/p>\n

A doorway to another time and place
\nwithin my mind does dwell,
\nand though my soul would tarry there
\nI dare not let its gentle swell
\nOf calm ensnare me yet a while,
\nI must endure
\nto make it real.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

No Longer Twain<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Noriah<\/em><\/p>\n

In a hand
\nSoft and small
\nA deadly band
\nTo rule them all<\/p>\n

My Master calls
\nPlease don\u2019t let go
\nFrom hand I fall
\nMust this be so?<\/p>\n

Down I fall
\nThrough dark and deep
\nToward fire
\nAnd never ending sleep<\/p>\n

The fire, it melts
\nMy soul destroyed
\nMy hope is gone
\nHere comes the Void<\/p>\n

For ever and after
\nThus we remain
\nMy master and I
\nNo longer twain<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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