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 Advertisements Continue reading In the clutches

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. Continue reading Sweet branch

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 Continue reading Goodbye Mirkwood