Contemplations: Diary of Mornereg

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Contemplations: Diary of Mornereg

Postby Lirandel » Thu Jun 14, 2007 12:56 pm


A bright star, glimmering
In the depths of the black void.

A Man of the West comes forth...

A forgotten past, Secret upon secret
Lingering behind eyes of pride and wrath.

A Man of the West will fall...

A glimpse of steel, an apple crushed
Crudely, slowly and inept of skill.

A Man of the West shows all...

A kindled hope, A white tree blooming
A hidden strength beneath self pitied ignorance.

A Man of the West walks tall...
"Boots to asses... Or Imps out the airlock." -Antora Kel - Trooper Vanguard
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Contemplation: Now

Postby Lirandel » Wed Jun 20, 2007 5:58 pm

They dance...

Mirth showing clearly in their bright eyes

Like puppets on a string. Without control
.

They drink...

Forgetting the morrow and the red horison.

Here an now is all that matters. The moment.


They are Thorns...
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Contemplations: Quiet Hours

Postby Lirandel » Sat Jun 23, 2007 12:27 pm

In the quiet hours before dawn arises

I wonder, how many green hills I have passed

It is a question, which leaves me nothing

It is a memory I wish never had come to me

I have lost my way....
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Contemplations: My Fire

Postby Lirandel » Mon Jun 25, 2007 3:48 pm


A flicker, a twist, a glint of steel

A turn, a parry, a one way deal

A drop of blood, a yelp of pain

My Fire's pride which turns to vain...

Thus ends her training...
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Contemplation: Peaceful Days.

Postby Lirandel » Tue Jun 26, 2007 3:01 pm

I laugh...

And I feel alive again.

I smile...

And the mirth reaches my eyes.

I am in love...

And my heart aches.

I cry...

And in return I feel her embrace...
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Contemplations: Tired

Postby Lirandel » Wed Jun 27, 2007 1:10 am

Tired...

My body hits the bed with a thump!

So tired

My eyes feel weary and defeated

So tired!

But still I cannot lie in peace...
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Contemplations: Faces.

Postby Lirandel » Thu Jul 05, 2007 9:40 am

Faces.

Expressions.

Death.

Joy of laughter

Entwined

With the way

of the Thorn...
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Contemplations: Rain

Postby Lirandel » Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:43 pm

Rain.

Like arrows of despair

Falling.

As tears from the Valar

Thunder.

A glimpse of hope

In the gathering storm...
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Contemplation: Sounds

Postby Lirandel » Mon Jul 23, 2007 2:38 am

As the shadow wanders

In the shades of night

Listening to the fears and frowns,

by the window light...

There it learns the troubled roads

Lying round the bend

There it feels the lonesome touch,

of those, who can't repent...
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Contemplations: Lament To Tharynien

Postby Lirandel » Mon Jul 30, 2007 1:10 am

Sleeping peacefully

Carried by the gentle wind's embrace

Travelling home - to endless white shores

We will remember your kindness

Daughter of Arda

We will honor your promise

Maiden of the Black Thorn.
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Re: Contemplations: Storm

Postby Lirandel » Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:04 am

The road is endless

Beyond my reach

And somewhere out there

My Fire sleeps...


A maelstrom within me

An eye of the storm

I pass through the vales

Side by side, with the Thorns...


The howling of winds

Through my bones and my soul

Leaves me numb of emotions

As the trail turns cold...


My thoughts must be focused

That is clear to me now

The Song will guide me

Someway, somehow...


I search on the roads

Forever I'm bound

To the day of reunion

Where she rests on my arm...
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Re: Contemplations: Smile

Postby Lirandel » Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:30 pm


Ever watching

For signs troubling.

My spirit is shallow

My pain unbearable

But my weary face

Carries a smile


Ever teaching

For flaws glinting

My insight is tainted

My knowledge is fading

But my thougtful face

Still carries a smile.


Ever hoping

For the morrow to come

Ever learning of days now gone

My life in the Thorn, carries on

And my troublesome face

Turns to a smile...
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Re: Contemplations: Kittens

Postby Lirandel » Tue Aug 28, 2007 5:13 pm


Kittens...

Lazy at best

Cunning when worst

Scratching

Clawing

Little vixens...


How they remind me of Humans...
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Re: Contemplations: Diary of Mornereg

Postby Lirandel » Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:42 am

The Forest gleam beneath the blue

Two pearls of light are dancing true

A woven bond the strength of oak

Beneath the boughs and green land cloak...
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Re: Contemplations: Diary of Mornereg

Postby Lirandel » Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:12 am

The Hood they named him

For none could see

The child behind the willow tree

At thirten summers he'd gone and hid

Beneath the old roads outhouse lids

And whence he came the thoughtful lad

With cautious step yet smelling bad

His father thought him for an orc

And poked him with his kitchen fork

Alas the child, the one named Hood

Forever had to walk with wood

So listen well, the story's true

No world can hide you from the blue

So learn this lesson and learn it well

or else the Hood will tell his tale

And make you hide beneath the lids

Amongst the spoiled and rotting kids...

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