Ok I am now able to finish typing it up. This is a poem I wrote awhile ago 02/15/08.
This is about when you were young and every thing is adventures and big. tell me what y'all think.
There in the forest with trees so tall;
there lies an ancient shattered hall.
Are these the halls of ancient kings,
with jeweled, crowns and golden rings.
or are these the halls of dwarves of old,
With weapons fierce, and hoards of gold.
Or are these the houses of elven lords,
who are rich with song, and poetic words!
but perhaps, these are the dungeons that of evil wreak;
Where creatures of evil, and darkness sleep.
(sigh) Really its not but stone from houses old,
none weapons beautiful, or treasured gold.
there lies an ancient shattered hall.
Are these the halls of ancient kings,
with jeweled, crowns and golden rings.
or are these the halls of dwarves of old,
With weapons fierce, and hoards of gold.
Or are these the houses of elven lords,
who are rich with song, and poetic words!
but perhaps, these are the dungeons that of evil wreak;
Where creatures of evil, and darkness sleep.
(sigh) Really its not but stone from houses old,
none weapons beautiful, or treasured gold.
something funny is that, people I have showed this to, thought I was showing them something I found in one of Tolkiens books =) I aint that good, lol
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