Awesome job Brego and Panneth. Panneth don't doubt yourself that was a really great piece. I know I haven't posted anything recently but school has been a big problem. Anyway I will post a poem and a short story in the near future, but I just wanted to let you all know what was going on. Just so it's clear my work is open to criticism. I encourage it actually to better my material.

It seems that yet another month has passed by and I didn't even realize it..

But what I realized, is that during these past thirty days, I've barely been online on this glorious site.

So. Absent as always..

 

I have been way too lazy with writing, but I guess it's good that I've kept some break, 'cause I always fear that a day will arrive when I find myself suffering from a writer's block.

And I cannot let that happen.

 

Today, I re-worked two lyrics that I've planned for our band's forthcoming second demo/EP, but nothing is certain, since I need to show them to our guitarist/frontman first and get his approval to use them on the demo itself.

And those of you who have been waiting for something new will have that today.. or tonight.

Depends on how fast I get to work.

'The Blackened Moon' is the working title and it's going to be partly a poem and partly a short story.

 

PS. I'll strive to upload the work in time, but then again, I'm the master of delays..

So if nothing else, I wish you all a good evening!

- Oerath.

I guess I'll put some more effort into that work and write it as a short story. I haven't done those for a while, so..

Ah, but here's something. I found this one from my 08-09' archives and after re-writing the whole text, I'm quite satisfied at the result, though I must say it isn't that great.

Oh well, cheesy mind can only create cheesy things. I hope you folks will enjoy of it nonetheless.

Oerath bows and leaves.

 

The Lord of Unholy Light

 

A black raven flew across the dark sky

It was flying towards the ghostly lands, it was the messenger of night

And when the sky finally changed it's bright colored clothes to dim black

That raven arrived to it's master's den.. To home of the damned

 

There, it told to it's master about the strength of mortal men

And that sooner or later, they would march here to challenge his might

But he only laughed at the raven and ordered it to fly back to the world's end

To welcome these brave mortal men, who would so boldly challenge him.. The lord of unholy light

 

And fourteen days and fourteen nights later, when he was standing on the balcony of his castle..

He looked into the horizon and saw tens of thousands of golden spears

Upon seeing their vast army, he readied himself for the great battle

Which would finally show to this world that a true lord of the night does not fear

 

And then it finally began.. A night that didn't seem to end

But despite the efforts of the mortal warriors, the lord's minions finally managed to corner them

And with all of their shields, spears and armors broken, they had no other choice but to surrender

 

''The demon's kept dancing, mocking and laughing around the warrior's of men, but they all silenced when the lord himself jumped off the balcony of his castle and descended on the battlefield, almost breaking the whole ground in half. Wearing a dark and heavy looking armor and a burning skull helmet, he looked like death itself.  And he wielded a burning two-handed sword that seemed to have thousands of eyes on it's steel.. Eyes that kept blinking constantly. Upon seeing him, the remaining warrior's of men fled in terror and fear. The demon's seemed to fear him too, even though he was their master. And then he looked at those wretched and weak little mortals, trying to reach a nearby forest for safety.

And of course, he couldn't allow that to happen.

By thrusting his burning sword through earth and soil, he muttered a few ancient words and sent forth an massive earthquake that tore the whole land apart. And then he just watched, as the mortal's fell into the depths, one by one.. Such a sight made him to smile with great pleasure and when all of their agonized screams of horror had faded, he pulled his sword from the ground and spoke for the first time during the whole battle by saying:

'Such weak creatures.. Such arrogance.. But at least they're good at something.. They're good at dying..'

Then he looked at his sword, which flames seemed to fade a little and continued: 'My sword.. It hungers for more..'

Soon, he realized that now he had something to satisfy the sword with.. And so he shouted at the demon's: 'Come, my minions..'

And by laughing madly, he ordered them to fetch all of the corpses from the pit and declared a great feast by saying:

'Let the harvest of souls begin!'

 

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

Beautiful Oerath. I feel as if I hasn't ever left this website for a while. Like Mellon, it`s a pleasure to "read you".

Thanks, Mellon and Elbereth.

And oh! Nice to see you again, Elbereth. It's been quite a while.

Damn it was a mistake to start playing Diablo 2 again. The game feels ever so great, but it's so time consuming.. That's why I have been offline for the past few weeks.

Anyway, I'll write something new in the days to come. For once, I am not going to give away any entitles or such, but what I can tell is that it's going to be a song lyric.

Okay, here's a poem/song from the fan fiction piece that I wrote called "The Tale of the Blue Wizard."  I posted the entire story on the Forum as well, if anyone can get the time to read it.  Anyways, this is called The Song of Nyérë Úvëa.  The formatting/style was patterned on Galadriel's Song, which is 14 lines long and contains 14 syllables in each line.  The rhyme scheme is AABB, for anyone interested.  I would appreciate your comments!

 

Here is the paragraph before the song to set up some context.

 

"Nyérë was also known for her sorrowful voice. It is said that when she sang, the grief of all the woes of the Elves could be heard in her voice, and it had caused more than one stalwart Elf lord to weep. Often she would sit beside the waters of the lake, or in the foothills of the mountains, and she would sing. All the birds and fishes would come to listen, and the Elf maiden counted them as her friends. Thus now she sat beside the waters of Lake Amanya and sang to ease her troubled heart."

 

The Song of Nyérë Úvëa

Beyond the twinkling of the moon, far from this dark abyss,
Past valleys deep, and hillocks fair, and mountains veiled in mist;
Over winding streams, and oceans deep, and Fangorn’s dark floor,
There lies in endless beauty fair the land of Valinor.
I long to go and dwell in this land of undying bliss,
To feel the warmth of Summer and forsake Winter’s cold kiss;
To wander in the gardens fair and climb the mountains steep,
To hear the flutes of brethren Elves and visit Manwë’s Keep.
O Valinor! Too long have I dwelt upon these bleak shores,
Beset by doubts, beleaguered and worn, weary of all wars.
O Valinor! I feel your breeze from the Shadowy Seas;
I hear the song of blissful birds from all your wooded leas.
To this place I must go, to join my sundered kindred there,
Though none may take me to this hallowed land so dear and fair!

It has been a while since I wrote poetry, so this is not as nice as I would like it to be. It is a Shakespearean sonnet.

The Evenstar

Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Estel;
Son of Gilraen, was brought to Imladris.
Espied an elf-maid; cried "Tinúviel!"
For she had her grey eyes and long, black hair.

The maid laugh'd, sweet and clear; her smile dazzl'd;
"Nay, nay, I am Arwen Undómiel,"
She spake, yet at first she had been puzzled,
"Daughter of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."

Aragorn loved her, though 'twas frown'd for man.
Between two courses, she must needs choose:
Become mortal, never to see Aman;
Or stay undying, fam'ly not to lose.

She chose to die, she chose King Elessar;
That beautiful lady, Queen Evenstar.

I'm still experimenting with the formatting on my phone, so I hope this turns out right.

Nice poem Galandir. Keep it up!

 

Oerath dear, where have you been? You didn't even reply on my message But I'm glad to see you're back. I missed you in the chat.

Welcome to planet-tolkien Desmotti.

And, what a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing. Keep it up!

And so the world was cloaked with mist

This work turned out to be something totally different from what I intended it to be.

It's more like a song than a poem, but see for yourself. Sing it through and I bet it'll rhyme just finely.

 

 

Superb!

Thanks again, Arwen.

I miss you too, Odette. Do come here more often, if you just have the time.

Rachel (Leelee) hasn't been online since last year's december or something and I took her job of moderating this thread.

I hope that this thread will become popular once again and that you'd return permanently to PT.

Does anybody around here remember me? I'm glad to see that you are still hanging around Oerath.

Yours,

Wen.

Yup, I'm still here, Wen.

Welcome back, friend.

Thank you,  Arwen Greetings!

Oerath, I miss you too and I miss Planet Tolkien all the time. It's sad news about Leelee. It's good to see you have kept this thread alive along with other members. Makes me happy

I'll try to come on here as much as possible, but I never seem to have the time. Time must be made though, for all you wonderful folks. I want to read all the things you write

Take care.

Galandir, there are no specific rules on this thread, except of course the website rules. The stories or poems you post don't need to be Tolkien related (of course that would be nice, but it's not a must) Your story or poem can be as long as you want.