Nightshade Forests

How deep you long for death now as your kingdom fades away and the darkened thorns of sunlight tremble through these frozen lands of doom Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness we reopen our history, that once belonged to them oh, have you seen the end of the bard never forgotten, the land of sleep, the time before the birth of the worlds The echoes of his harp, have poisoned the air the horizons of the earth have drowned I have heard you were strangers in a false land, where visions turn to faith. No longer I am now

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

For passing where the days, my friend and doomed the nights, when flitting ghostmoths danced round tapers in the moveless air. And doomed already were, the radiant dawns, the odour and the noise of meads and all about is night. One moment now may give us more than fifty years of reason, our minds shall drink of every pore the spirit of the season To her fair works did nature link the human souls that through me ran and much it grieved my heart to think what I can make of man. You look around on Middle-Earth as if she for no purpose bore you, as if you were her first-born birth, and none had lived before you. I sit upon this old grey stone, and dream my time away.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Ancient songs of olden gods Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Thy towers silent in the mist await Their crumbling end, while through the elms The gliding water leaves these inland realms, And slips between long meadows to the sea There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey Thy robe is grey Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle, Where linger yet the lonely companies; Kortirion, I will meet the winter here Thy towers silent in the mist await Their crumbling end, while through the elms The gliding water leaves these inland realms, And slips between long meadows to the sea There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Ancient songs of olden gods Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

In Habbanan beneath the skies Where all roads end however long There is a sound of faint echoes And distant echoes of a song, For there men gather into rings Round their red fires while one voice sings - And all about is night Not night as ours, unhappy folk, Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars, A mist about the springing of the stars, There trails a thin and wandering smoke Obscuring with its veil half-seen The great abysmal still serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain That watches for the moon that long has lain And caught the meteors' fiery rain - Such there is night. …and caught the meteors' fiery rain If I am dead and gone, would you remain

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025