lonewolfpug

age creeps upon mortal frame age is part of a game to learn and grow is what we have as we reach our end in grave so now we strive to grow and learn hope to prosper and not burn in this we all have a turn be it of money or just for fun this is life under the sun oh how w e weep at our loss at play or listened to our boss we feel age crawling as ever it does upon our frame mind and thus we grow old before our time stealing our hopes is some kind of crime but persevere is our best bet try ...try harder and live with no regret for when peace comes as it allways will smile be merry and remeber all that would thrill to this end

poem-ring bearer epic Current mood:  luminous Category: Writing and Poetry oh do you see the land of rivendale,home of elfin tale where there came four small as small can be through this ancient door for elrond to see they have brought a great boon to all who loom both king and dwarf wish to see the ring of fates gloom that wich can spell middle earths doom for one shall bring them bind and rule  and one is what holds in sway into forest and lands of the cruel,leave the fellowship on this day, one a ranger stout and true,strider hidden to all but a few here a dwarf strong and feared,gimli of the red beard an elf of skill very