To that cheerful mutt who never fails to retrieve promptly
And yet it grips still, and oh so firmly, when asked to let go
To scurry to the nearest shelter and watch, while the sky pours away
Or to perhaps not, and brave the many drops for a moment or more
When you take a step into that pristine bit of the woods
Where you turn around and look to find, more of the woods again
Waiting and more waiting, and less waiting when you know its almost there
And the loud ringing saves you, when the final bell has been struck in time
And the sight of misty mountains which not for once, ceases to bewilder
To the many hued sky dwindling, for the twinkling night will soon follow
This is the work of a friend and a fellow LOTR buff, Krithik. You can find more of his stuff at his blog Nevermore.
There was once a man
Once a man who wished
He wished that he were Fey.
The Fey he saw in magic light
In light of one fading day.
Daylight gone, the fairies danced
They danced and sang in joy
In joy, their faces unworried and young
Young as a fresh-faced boy.
A boy he was and now a man
This man someday be old
Old, the Fey never grew
Neither grew nor aged, he was told.
Told he was, in Fairy Tales
Tales of laughter and grace
This grace he saw in youthful limbs, and eternal beauty on Fairy Face. (more…)