I care not for the gentler arts
of other maiden's fair.
If forced to spin and weave my soul
would die in dark despair.

I fear not pain or death so much
as woman's guilded cage
that keeps her home to grieve
in unrelenting, hopeless rage.

So hand me sword and hand me sheild
but hand me not the gown
that bars me from the battlefields
of valor and renown.




The Anguish of the Ringbearer


In wilderness I walk alone
bereft of family and of home,
and near despairing I must roam
through lands where desolation's grown.

Broken roads I walk upon
past ruins where I don't belong.
Exhaustion sings its tempting song;
I face defeat, yet stumble on.

No comfort on this road for me,
all rest must short and cheerless be,
then on again by sad decree —
never stopping...never free.



Sauron Overthrown


How proud thou'st grown upon thy throne
In Barad Dur in Morder,
For with thy hate thou canst create
Chaos out of order.

But look thou West for there the best
Of Arda shall assemble,
And with their cries divert thy eyes
And set the hills a-tremble.

Then they shall fight with all their might
Thy evil cold and great
While, halfling size, with Elven eyes,
Another holds thy fate.

How proud thou'st grown upon thy throne,
But to thy utter ruin
Small Frodo threw thy ring into
The fires of Orodruin.




On the Talk Shows

Seeing Elijah is neat,
But hearing him talk is a treat.
He's always polite,
His mom raised him right.
Now, SHE'S someone I'd like to meet.



Elijah's Eyes


The blues of pale chalcedony
And deepest lapis lazuli,
And if you look you're sure to see
The blue of summer skies.

Oh, the passion! Oh, the fire!
What emotions they inspire!
A painter's dream, a girl's desire:
Our sweet Elijah's eyes.