Writer's Block: Poetry Break

[princesselwen]

All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky
forever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell
Though all to ruin fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss
Yet were its making good, for this--
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea--
That Lúthien for a time should be.

Both by J.R.R. Tolkien