Beleglotiel
February 18th,2003, 03:36 AM
I posted this poem a while back and I also sent it into a contest and I am please to infrom you that it is being published!! If any of you would like to check it out it will be published in the Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans about 25-27weeks after March 31 :grin:
The Son of Thranduil
Waiting, hiding, sweating out the peril,
What fate will bring I cannot tell,
A song of hope we will sing,
But where is our savior,
Son of the king,
We've sent word,
Received no reply,
Is this our fate,
Are we doomed to die?
But alas I say where is the lad,
In green and grey this warrior's clad,
The ray of hope from a window sill,
Where is Legolas, son of Thranduil,
There has been gossip from the land of Mirkwood,
That arrive he will, arrive he should,
But will he come in time to save us,
Our last armies fall all around us,
It seems all is lost and all is ill,
When will he come, Legolas, son of Thranduil,
Aye, what's that sound,
Sounded from all around,
Watch as the joyous trumpet calls,
Prince Legolas passes through the gate walls,
His mighty elven army follows at his heals,
At last our savior has come, the son of Thranduil,
With his mighty arrows and bow,
He vanquishes the enemy row by row,
Now his arrow supply is no more,
With blades in hand his deadly daggers soar,
The once calm wind blows his long locks of blonde hair,
A warrior he seems but truly he is handsome and fair,
He has come to save us and save us he will,
He is a warrior and savior, the son of Thranduil,
Both feuding armies have taken casualties,
The elven army is winning against our Orc enemies,
At last the Orcs know they cannot win and are retreating,
Cries of victory are called which keep repeating,
They are victorious yet injured,
And their wounds must be tended,
Prince Legolas led his army valiantly,
Which resulted in a victory,
He is fair of face and has a way with words,
He is lovely as the dawn with a voice more musical than birds,
He's gentle at heart, but a warrior he must become,
When the sound of war is beat upon the drum,
Every graceful step he takes cannot be heard,
For a description of his elegance there is no word,
All you can go by, is what you feel,
He is a Prince, savior, and warrior,
Legolas the son of Thranduil.
The Son of Thranduil
Waiting, hiding, sweating out the peril,
What fate will bring I cannot tell,
A song of hope we will sing,
But where is our savior,
Son of the king,
We've sent word,
Received no reply,
Is this our fate,
Are we doomed to die?
But alas I say where is the lad,
In green and grey this warrior's clad,
The ray of hope from a window sill,
Where is Legolas, son of Thranduil,
There has been gossip from the land of Mirkwood,
That arrive he will, arrive he should,
But will he come in time to save us,
Our last armies fall all around us,
It seems all is lost and all is ill,
When will he come, Legolas, son of Thranduil,
Aye, what's that sound,
Sounded from all around,
Watch as the joyous trumpet calls,
Prince Legolas passes through the gate walls,
His mighty elven army follows at his heals,
At last our savior has come, the son of Thranduil,
With his mighty arrows and bow,
He vanquishes the enemy row by row,
Now his arrow supply is no more,
With blades in hand his deadly daggers soar,
The once calm wind blows his long locks of blonde hair,
A warrior he seems but truly he is handsome and fair,
He has come to save us and save us he will,
He is a warrior and savior, the son of Thranduil,
Both feuding armies have taken casualties,
The elven army is winning against our Orc enemies,
At last the Orcs know they cannot win and are retreating,
Cries of victory are called which keep repeating,
They are victorious yet injured,
And their wounds must be tended,
Prince Legolas led his army valiantly,
Which resulted in a victory,
He is fair of face and has a way with words,
He is lovely as the dawn with a voice more musical than birds,
He's gentle at heart, but a warrior he must become,
When the sound of war is beat upon the drum,
Every graceful step he takes cannot be heard,
For a description of his elegance there is no word,
All you can go by, is what you feel,
He is a Prince, savior, and warrior,
Legolas the son of Thranduil.