Song for Arwen, Her Elf-kind
I
Time's flowing while tear's falling,
long have lived Beren and Lúthien.
For there a new dawn's coming,
the fate fell the same way once again.
In the woods has born her charming,
and her skin like snow-white virgin,
under the sunshine shimmering,
reflecting the leaves of lindon.
When the night of chill winter sinking,
so a pale moon has fully risen.
Wind sends a likely nightingale's singing,
for that's her voice, she fairy maiden.
And the fate was calling,
attracted her dancing feet in Lothlórien,
to Rivendell her father was living,
scattered the grass ever-green.
II
Upon the hill the man was strolling,
who shall be the king named Aragorn.
Long his mind had been lingering,
for the choice whether he took his throne.
And the melody was sent by the wind blowing,
and who was totally captivated was the King without a crown.
And he moved on the footsteps finding,
and his inebriety in the voice truely elven.
Lightly he followed her arms waving,
softly into the forest golden.
He gazed upon her face appearing,
wandered towards her in the labyrinth wooden.
He quickened his feet cantering,
in a feeling the loveless can never mention.
Like a lost bird found it's old keeping,
or a keeping pilgrim found his path to Heaven.
To Be Continued....
很显然这是半成品，已经在术士博客上挂了近一个月，不过为了尽快实现梦林复兴，术士就拿来这里献丑了。本文属于不定期更新，也就是说可能是一天，也可能是一年……总之，希望大家喜欢
假期术士会积极活跃地发帖，为梦林注入新的活力
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本帖最后由 GandalfTheWhite 于 2008-2-10 02:47 AM 编辑 ]
