A Vilanelle of Alin'dor:

Nestled beneath the mountains tall
Stretching into the desert sands
Stood Alin'dor, before the fall.

There laugher reigned with joy for all
There rulers spoke no harsh commands
Nestled beneath the mountains tall.

Answering Freedom's siren call
Settled the once nomadic bands
In Alin'dor, before the the fall.

Kethuru came to bring in thrall
The city who brooked no demands
Nestled beneath the mountains tall.

No one that fight can now recall.
Yet still in us the spirit stands
Of Alin'dor after the fall.

So listen well, citizens all
Remember how that ancient land
Nestled beneath the mountains tall
Was Alin'dor before the fall

 

A Song of Love

Laughing, he chased her along the streets
Giddy, they danced amidst silken sheets
For love, my dear, is a breathless fall
Weeping, he laid their dear child to rest
Enraged, she fought, 'til pierced through the breast
For love, my dear, is a bitter gall
A warm embrace, at the very end
So grief and sorrow they did transcend
For love, my dear, is the best of all

 

Dreams of Ivory

Upon the sun-soaked sands I sit
And turn my thoughts to memory
With eyelids closed, my mind's eye drifts
I woke and dreamed of ivory

Through ivory pillars I chased
Figures who turned to flight or changed
To veils that hid what never was
Flowing in great sorrow arranged

Then crimson bled beneath these shrouds
It pooled and churned but did not stain
I knelt to touch and tasted blood
And so I found myself again

Ivory's path winds through my dreams
This road I'll walk with clumsy tread
To find the self beneath the veils,
Answer the riddles in my head.