Hey look.

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Bilbo poetry: depressing Sansukh edition.

Ey, you all knew it was coming. Don’t look at me like that.

I sit inside this empty room

Alone inside my head

Echoes of love within this tomb

Broken sobs of the dead

 –

Ragged halves of a whole

Cursed to be forever apart

A tortured soul

A broken heart

K I L I  W H Y 

Hey look, this one’s actually about Kili

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Go figure. It’s also about Dis, though.

More depressing Sansukh poetry, coming your way!

(again, too short to merit a read more)

The stone was small in his hand

Dark and smooth and cold like night

The runes etched in protection
and love

A promise he could not keep

An oath he could not say

So I’ll try my best

I’ll protect them both

But never I promise
you,

Mother,

I’ll come back to you

Which was really

All she wanted him to say.

A Poem for Thorin Stonehelm and Bomfrís

Soaring high upon the breeze
The raven, lonely above the mountain
Beneath and between the stars
Above the stone, but not separate from it.
*
Under the bright blue autumn sky
A mountain made of stone
The whole thing a crown,
A helm atop one head. 
*
A balance, a dance
The archer above and prince below
Gift of ravens and gift of stone
Durin’s breath and blood.

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU

THESE TWO AUGH MY HEART