In the clutches


Ferocity unmatched
Your eyes darts into mine
Nothing I can do,  can match your speed

Beren o mighty Beren where for art thou
Huan my friend come hither to thy side
Luthien my dear sing so
Tevildo can be still,
As I escape from these halls
of misery
Of pain
Of suffering

I hunger to see my lovely Fangorn
I am need of air of Rohan
And want to run among the goblins of entmoor


Sweet branch


Your luster is your power
Your bark is much smoother than any otter

A faint smile ever so inviting
A branch of your saplings are cool to touch

Some say you are a myth
To me your a legend
A goddess of this foliage

Ahh sweet petunia
Your sweet scent makes me uproot from where I stand

in the book of Lost tales of beleriand and lore of Silmarillion, also Bombadil told the Hobbits of Entwives that resided in Fangorn.

Goodbye Mirkwood


Such as this is so barren
Fangorn here I come
In these branches I am claustrophobic
To these dried floor you call mud
There are no will’o’wisp that I can see
Even there are no elves that care enough to give us

Bah Mirkwood,  of all places why I stay
Then my question remain where do I go?
Some weary traveler I once heard,  Fangorn should be good
I know not where it is
Thus I uproot myself and time to leave this wretched place
Goodbye Mirkwood