Poetry thats been in my folders.

[Tigergiri 3073]

In order for me to erase these outdated poetry, I'm in a lets dump all my old files on the forums mood.

 

Spoiler

I don't remember if this is the right translation of some elvish poetry, but it is one of my earliest works.

 

Goddess poem 

Leyu’ante nae kae

'Kaean'leh sul’nae 

Kielvena’taliyn’nae

par’Wy’ir kae. 

wy’ne..anh'sae’ne

Ehya nae’leh Taliyn’onn

Taliyn kae

Iyul‘ne wyii

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three little lines

 

Destruction is near 

 

A lapse of judgment for me
 

yet  call us heroes

 

 

 

 

 

The hero 

The hero the hero, for we praise the hero 
Minute in stature, for he swings his sword
Slays the beats of many a color 
 The hero the hero. For we praise his work 
With our darkest hour, for he raised
The sword and slew the very army upon our lands
For we praise the hero. 

 

 

 

The Siren

For her locks of umber and her voice of silk 
She sings to the men  with diamonds of milk 
Whose  heart feel aglow
 Locked in the  veil of her woe 

 Locked in their viel of her words 
Sickly swete of lilac and acid 
For she is not who she says who she is 
Entrapping the people of the town 
Where or where did my songbird go?

 

Songbird work song 

OOOOO  teh work was hard and teh wages low
The road was tough and wind did blow
For her meadow made all the men domino
Down teh flowers and the hills a-glow

We truck through the mud for our pockets aint full 
We dont care if they are calling us fools
For by the of teh night we have all their jewels

 

 

Smells 

Its when I wake up with the scent  of cookies

then

the rollercoaster of my life whisks it away

its the feeling between pain

and oblivion which

hollows my breath

my eyes tired not from the endless night I lie in my darkned prison but

from the endless times and people I miss

its a cry that can never be heard.

 The whistle of the wind. 

That heart breaking silence 

that creates nothing and destorys all.

Its not- can or will you come over?

its can I manage to drag myself out of my bed to greet you?

CAN I manage to not question every living thought?

maybe its when you wake up and smell the stale stench

not cookies and chocolate like I can

because the answer is no.

[A_Good_Fellow 31]

Poetry Based.