Amathron's Book of Writings
From Library of the Randirim
Poems
Hope Be Washed Away
In the times|though have I thought,
When men and elves|fall to the dark,
Though we may stand|and vanish,
Though we may run|and fade,
We will be forgotten.
~
Wholey|we will be forgotten.
For all things|come to an end.
And ever person|shall die or fade,
By age or ship|or by sword.
~
For even I|shall one day be forgot.
In Battle
Tried and true, the fell song of man
Men sing their glories on raised voices
Though the elves are stoic in battle.
Dwarves shan't be outdone by men.
Baruk-khazad. Khazad-hymenu.
If I would ever see a hobbit in battle,
I would believe it quite funny,
Though I'm sure it would not.
Perhaps he would join in the voices of men,
Or the stoicism of elves.
In battle, all semblence of self is lost.
You are us.
Writings
I Watched A Hobbit
I watched a hobbit. She skipped down the street. Her pigtails flew. I wonder who she was. She looked back and shouted my name.
Flying Blademetal
Through crashing tumolt, the heir of the kingdom stood true. His sharp killing sword would not see it's last battle in his hands. The waves of each army through themselves at the other in reckless abandon. The young prince tried to rally them, but to no avail.
