tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286140102011-04-21T14:34:12.981-07:00The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~Mark TwainTaramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1155681228002542462006-08-15T15:32:00.000-07:002006-08-15T15:33:48.016-07:00I am a prisoner of war<br />I was a soldier<br />But now I’m chained<br /><br />My downfall was of my doing<br />I was on guard<br />But I grew tired<br />And my watch began to slacken<br />Instead of going to my Captain<br />I slept<br /><br />I thought I saw them come<br />But I told myself I was only dreaming<br />But now I am here<br />And I realize I was already their prisoner<br />When I slept<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-115568122800254246?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1155437761317901822006-08-12T19:54:00.000-07:002006-08-12T20:05:36.460-07:00The night I’ve longed for has come<br />The endless day is finally done<br />What sweet peace awaits<br />When the horizon, the moon breaks<br />Venus, beauty bright, shows her majesty<br />And with gladness I say goodbye to day’s sobriety.<br />What magic and wonderment to behold<br />What joys and dreams are left untold<br />The poor souls who wander throughout the day<br />Who know little, if any, of the moon’s silver rays<br />I cry out to them, “Embrace the enchantment of the night!”<br />For only in the quiet of the night do our true selves come to light<br />To forsake the light of day and dance to the music of the moon<br />Holds more wonders and joys than under the garish light of noon.<br />People may think I’m wild and uncouth, uncivilized and unlearned<br />But they are the ones who are unlearned, they know only the day’s burden.<br />Freedom rings in the dark hollows of the night, listen to her sing!<br />Let fall the bars of the imagination and let fly the fanciful dream.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-115543776131790182?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1151011398700252382006-06-22T14:21:00.000-07:002006-06-29T14:43:19.473-07:00She watches him crumble night and day by the tongue of the vile bard<br />Her mother’s brother, her father’s king reduced to a dotard<br />Her uncle’s son no more, her mother’s son cast out, and now she stands alone<br />Behind the throne, her uncle’s crutch, a smile on her lips no more<br />Sickened by the desire of the worm; he haunts her steps through the halls<br />Her beauty now she curses; when the worm comes to call<br />The House of Eorl, reduced to not; to her people, she has no hope to bring<br />Like a caged beast, a wild thing forced to serve her doddering king<br />'There is no hope or end in sight', so she said in the deep of the night<br />But still she does not blanch; she holds her head high, in a place where there is no light.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-115101139870025238?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1150326729110488052006-06-14T16:11:00.000-07:002006-06-14T16:33:51.786-07:00Under the shade of night<br />Thoughts and dreams take flight<br />Over the world and under the sea<br />We cleave to this tranquility<br />The moon and stars are out tonight<br />We noticed to our great delight<br />White diamonds of the midnight sky<br />We lie enchanted by their light<br />We lay in bed, for we must sleep<br />But we pray for the next night to be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-115032672911048805?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1149192821493015522006-06-01T13:12:00.000-07:002006-06-14T12:42:58.240-07:00She dances over the lilies<br />With feathery light steps<br />As she runs to greet me<br />With her arms out stretched<br />She’s a vision of new spring<br />With rays of sunlight in her hair<br />But with eyes as blue as springs<br /><br /><br />But it was not her beauty<br />That smote my heart<br />But her song that touched my soul<br />That beckoned me to rest<br />To sleep and fear no nightly noise<br />For in her home, none are oppressed<br /><br /><br />She sings to the air, the river’s song<br />As she dances in the rain<br />Bringing life to earth once again.<br />Her song stirs the hearts of men<br />As she calls upon the rain<br />Beckoning in a voice they know<br />Welcoming them to her home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-114919282149301552?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1148681985437666152006-05-26T15:16:00.000-07:002006-05-26T21:43:08.286-07:00(I wrote 'Eowyn' as a kind of companion piece to this one. )<br /><br />I saw her standing there<br />Clothed in white raiment<br />Her hair, an ebony river<br />Her eyes as sapphires<br />But more than this<br />I saw her heart<br />Shrouded in purity<br />Crowned with honor<br />Devotion and love<br />Welling from her depths<br /><br />A Queen before the crown<br />A star from heaven<br />I thought her to be<br />Her heart unmarred<br />By the Shadow<br />And her grace undimmed<br /><br />A silent gazer of all that passes<br />A gentle hand to all who hurt<br />The Queen of a nation<br />Her husband’s crown and glory<br />Her children’s rock and shield<br />Lady of faith<br />Daughter of Lords<br />Woman of quiet strength<br />So it was, I beheld Arwen<br />Queen of Gondor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-114868198543766615?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Taramirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00972634142967227348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614010.post-1148579339717510582006-05-25T10:45:00.000-07:002006-05-25T10:48:59.726-07:00Where is the elwen?<br />Where has our star gone?<br /><br /><br />The taramire has gone away<br />She to be the queen of her foreign kin<br /><br /><br />Who has taken our undomiel’s heart?<br />Who has taken the light of the night away?<br /><br /><br />Her heart foretold that he would come<br />The son of mortal men who would steal her heart away<br /><br /><br />Who is this man who has taken our starlight?<br />Is he mighty and lordly for our daughter of the night?<br /><br /><br />He is the king long looked for<br />The mightiest of men of old<br /><br /><br />Is he not so young in the ladyship’s eyes?<br />Will she not laugh at his youth?<br /><br /><br />Wisdom rests upon his brow<br />His age is not counted by the years<br /><br /><br />The Undomiel and the Elessar<br />Were doomed to meet one fateful day<br />Their hearts were entwined together, forever<br />To the Eldar’s dismay<br /><br />♦♦<br /><br /><em>Undomiel</em>- Evenstar<br /><br /><em>Elessar</em>- Elfstone<br /><br /><em>Elwen</em>- star maiden<br /><br /><em>Taramire</em>- high, lofty jewel<br /><br /><em>Eldar</em>- ancient name of the Elves<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614010-114857933971751058?l=taramire.blogspot.com' alt='' 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