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Post by Lomelindo on Nov 18, 2005 10:54:57 GMT -5
The moonlight pale lit this place The path he walks it leaves no trace The candles burn then they go out The cold wind brings the sower of doubt Like a thousand cold forsaken fingers The stench of death about him lingers As Tilion makes his nightly travels He walks through dreams without trammels He brings nightmares to young and old Those nightmares so vile they remain untold The invader of Lorien's domain The one who walks with no name
Artanaro
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Post by Laurasia on Nov 18, 2005 20:12:36 GMT -5
Hi Artanaro. Once again very nice. I liked the dark undertones of it. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Brandybuck on Nov 18, 2005 20:50:52 GMT -5
I agree with Laurasia..you have expressed the dark expressions very well.
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