Tristan Scully

catching stars in
rainbow-tinted jars

fireflies spinning in
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the pattering of the rain reminds me of
your tears;
the way you used to cry in the grey days
before the springtime
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Oh beautiful moon,
Golden eyes.
Your mournful cries
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With dark eyes like
Pools of shadow,

You wait, sleeping.
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Hunter;
Runner;
Mother;
Sniffer;
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By the sea in Eriador
Watching the ships leave the shore;
Doomed to watch forever more
The passage to Valinor.
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King of the Golden Hall,
Leader of the people of the horse
He followed the call
To war.
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She never watched
The morning rising,
The sun riding
Above the hills,
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Rohirrim:
Riders,
People of the Horse,
Warriors of the Golden Hall,
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The stars have gone;
Shining out of sight
The moon has faded,
It's chariot's flight
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