best poem ever

Song of Beren and Lúthien
The leaves were long,
the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of ireon and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

most wonderful time of the year

so since it is alsmot Christmas, which is one of my ultimate favorite times ever I decided some time needed to be taken to talk about how much I enjoy it. Just family, time off and all that jazz. So I've got some busy weeks ahead of me, and the break will be spent on my wonderful independent study for history (yay). I have hardly done any shopping as of yet which is a bit sad, but I've had a lot to do. My tacky purple tree makes me feel festive in a way only I could understand I'm sure, another one of those things I just decide to do, and therefore have to. Another great part about my holidays is how ritualistic my life becomes, and I love my rituals. So yes I plan to have a grand holiday and will most likely be 10 times more stressed by the time January rolls around. Merry Christmas!

barrow-wight poem

in keeping with my last post on halloween, here is one of my favorite poems to accompany

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, til the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land

halloween

yeah, I totally understand why halloween is about being scary, but not for the reasons most think. It's a bit frightening what can happen to ones friends when they have had way too much sugar and you give them the wrong things to play with. Ok maybe most of my friends are just scary all the time (ie lor and sarah, cat noises anyone?). But anyways, it was quite an amusing evening with the random costumes and lor being so insanely scared of the movie, all the photo taking and other things. It's excellent to spend a night with 4 of the people who I'm super close with, and just let loose for a bit. basically they rock.

death in port charles

so on tomorrows episode of general hospital there WILL be a death. this has been confirmed. not cool. and its a woman, most likely one close to nikolas so im thinking Emily or LuLu or maybe carly just because. AND IF ITS EMILY NIK JUST PROPOSED TO HER!!! sad...that would ruin life, and lulu and logan just got back together, and carly and jax are so happy!! and apparently sonny may be dead, which would basically ruin my life!!!!

how ironic

I would just like to take a moment and comment on irony. Since I'm writing something on it right now, I just was wondering what the point really is. Sure it's a literary device, but basically anything can be irony if you want to argue it is. I just really don't see it's use. Seriously.

big city lights

So I've been in Toronto since thursday. It is my last day here today. The trip to the ROM was def the best, because I love it there SO much. The mummy was the coolest by far, and I think the man whom I told that the mummy was beautiful was afraid of me a little. Making the stencils for our mural was awesome as well. I am hoping the lady can use my stencil that she kept for some real graffiti, that would rock. I really don't want to leave, because I've been having fun, but it'll be nice to get home and do some good old homework (oh how I missed it).So I will be back tonight sometime to share my wisdom of these distant lands. :D