{"id":90605,"date":"2014-06-28T04:07:44","date_gmt":"2014-06-28T09:07:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=90605"},"modified":"2014-06-28T04:07:44","modified_gmt":"2014-06-28T09:07:44","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – June 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

In Thanks to a King<\/h4>\n

By Cassie<\/em><\/p>\n

Adrift so long you came and turned the tide,
\nShowed me how to live again in life and not in dreams,
\nAlone I was and stifled from the world.
\nLost without a hope that I could flee from others schemes.<\/p>\n

Unwanted touch and words that made skin crawl,
\nWere all I had until you came and showed the glint of light.
\nNo fathers love nor mothers warm embrace.
\nAlone, none left to lead me, guide me, teach me how to fight.<\/p>\n

You shone a light where there was none before,
\nA beacon to my lost and fragile heart it drew me nigh.
\nI felt my spirit soar and call your name
\nFreed once more from golden cage to live and love and fly.<\/p>\n

But in my heart I think I always knew,
\nThat you were far to lofty for such earthly love as mine.
\nAnd when at last I had to let you go,
\nThe parting was so hard I felt the world stop for all time.<\/p>\n

So, Riding into battle seemed so be
\nthe only thing left to me in this land of broken dreams.
\nIf not my heart, my life I would you gift
\nTo help you in your fight against the dark lords cunning schemes.<\/p>\n

Yet even then you saved me from myself.
\nAs I lay dying shorn of hope you called me back from \u2018mares
\nOf cloying shadows bearing down my soul.
\nYour voice rang through the darkness like an answer to my prayers,<\/p>\n

And in my healing you showed me the way.
\nTo find that life is more than just renown for glory\u2019s sake
\nIn love could I be strong and whole once more
\nA shadow and a dream no longer now I am awake.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lothl\u00f3rien<\/h4>\n

By Elodrin<\/em><\/p>\n

Among the fairest forests cold,
\nWhere ever a sorrowful Elven-Maid
\nWalks under a golden shade.
\nLies L\u00f3rien the fair.<\/p>\n

With hair, golden and white,
\nUpon her fair forehead, a star shines bright.
\nWhile singing and dreaming of beautiful Valinor,
\nAnd the sound of the ocean waves\u2019 roar.<\/p>\n

The trees shine with brilliant light,
\nAnd branches together brush and twine.
\nThe grasses in the breezes sway.
\nThe bees in their flowery cradles lay.<\/p>\n

The Lord and Lady of the glades,
\nWaited upon with serving maids,
\nUpon their thrones both proud and fair,
\nLeave travellers free from pain and care.<\/p>\n

And in the midst of all the trees,
\nDrowned in flowers like the seas,
\nFills hearts with Joy and heals all ills,
\nLies Cerin Amroth: the greatest of hills.<\/p>\n

An Elven maid lifts up her voice,
\nSadly singing of her choice:
\n\u201cFarewell, my dearest Middle-earth,
\nThe world of my Lothl\u00f3rien\u2019s birth.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was never city born<\/h4>\n

By Kangi Ska<\/em><\/p>\n

I was never city born,
\nNor was I raised in steel and chrome;
\nI was a child of fields and fens
\nThat claimed the forest as my home.
\nMy best of friends were never tamed.
\nThe wild held our hearts
\nThough our innocence did pass at last
\nAs our lives drew life apart.
\nEach found a different way,
\nThrough the maze of doubts and fears,
\nTo build our isolated cells
\nAt the burning ends of blurring years.
\nStill I visit times with them
\nWhen I wake up late alone
\nWith pains in withered hands
\nAnd aches in ancient bones.
\nHow we danced the living sun,
\nHow we sang before the storm,
\nOnce we ruled the wilderness
\nFor none of us was city born.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journey\u2019s End<\/h4>\n

By GwethalineAnno<\/em><\/p>\n

Through time and mountains high, under starlight and red sky\u2026
\nfar we have come, hard road traveled.
\nStories long told, of heroes who fight and battles won.
\nTurn the page, close the book and carry on.
\nIt is time we go home, we have reached journey\u2019s end.<\/p>\n

Others may come and go in the telling,
\nbut the story remains the same.
\nMany more were the footsteps of those that came to this place,
\nthan those who now wander home,
\nyour names now join those of the kings of old and we shall never forget.
\nIt is time for you to go home, you have reached journey\u2019s end.<\/p>\n

No dragon fire or forgotten gold could ever take our hope and let despair take hold,
\nfor in the darkness there is always a light\u2026
\nlet it guide you, take you to the door where it all began\u2026
\nfor I go there and back again.
\nIt is time I go home, I have reached journey\u2019s end.
\nIt is time we go home, we have reached\u2026.journey\u2019s end\u2026..<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Long Ago<\/h4>\n

By Lindariel<\/em><\/p>\n

The leaves were turning golden on the trees,
\nlong ago–
\nthe winds were dancing sprightly on the heights,
\nlong ago–
\nFading legends: the Elves will not forget:
\nlong ago.<\/p>\n

The mist was turned to sunshine on the glade,
\nlong ago–
\nthe sun was setting, fair pink, in the east,
\nlong ago–
\nFading legends: the Elves will not forget:
\nlong ago.<\/p>\n

The water fair was flung up in the night,
\nlong ago–
\nand full of mist it shone well like the moon,
\nlong ago–
\nFading legends: the Elves will not forget:
\nlong ago.<\/p>\n

Now say farewell to moon-kissed glade and fen,
\nand sing–
\nnow say farewell to mist-enveloped streams,
\nand sing–
\nof legends: the Elves will not soon forget:
\nlong ago.<\/p>\n

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

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