I walk through the moon lighted woods,
here everyone wears hoods,
the woods is my home I like to roam,
it is the place I've missed dearly,
in my travels merely remembered,
the light in the woods does not deceive me,
the darkness pulls people into their deaths and I mourn,
more dangers hiding under my sleeve,
the sounds fill my pointy pale ears,
somehow the time of being away feels like it's been years,
I feel at ease,
walking touching the yellow leaves,
hanging down from the saffron trees of Lothlorien,
I keep myself alarmed, I feel comfortable but not safe,
I'am only safe with a man of great beauty,
skill and more, he is not an ordinary man,
his smile always leaves me in an awe,
his blue eyes like sparks,
his lips made for talking, laughhing and for kissing,
his hair so platinum blonde striking ,
from Mirkwood,
his view I would prefer while hiking,
the name of this man,
no, no just a man but an elf,
his name is Legolas,
his name also can mean Green Leaf,
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n this kingdom a voice fills the land,
the voice belongs to the white but powerful lady named Galadriel,
guards fill the woods, blonde hair, greay striking beauty,
skilled archers, elvish speaking men and women,
one named Haldir, often greeted Haldir O Lorien,
Haldir always willing to fight,
his people strong with every might,
Onwart into darkning land,
strength in heart and bow in hand,
his strength faded in his brave and noble death,
as he drew his last breath.
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoetryThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
