If this be a dream
then it is a good dream.
What garden but your love
could cradle the groping,
rebellious roots of my being?
What rain but your kisses
could coax the perfume
from my aching core?
What sun but your face
could melt my blossoms into fruit?
What lightning but your name
could shock my juices into glory?
Shine, cradle, rain, shock….
your elements are my rest
and my light!
The Dead Marshes.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
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