Tinúviel by Luthien_Tinuviel3
Fair as the spring,
Ancient as the wind,
Daughter of kings,
With passion locked within,
Enchantress of the moon,
Lady of the stars,
Dancing to the tune,
Of a pipe sounding afar.
Beneath the woven wood,
Of Elvenhome she fell,
To the doom of her lover’s voice,
Calling softly, “Tinúviel!”.
3 Comments
ooooooooooo…I like this poem! Excellent job!
You said so much using so few words! Brilliant! She’s an illusive character, but you’ve told her story!
Wow, this is really good! It’s got a nice structure – one verse tells all 🙂 and the lines really flow.