The rocks sang from the sound of his horn
His voice sounded clear in Angband
Morgoth’s creatures move in fear
As their Lord climbed slowly like thunder

The Lord of Darkness issued forth
In black armor he was clad
He stood before the Lord of the Noldor
Like a tower casting a shadow

Fingolfin gleamed beneath him
A star in the dark of night
His armor was of sliver
Ringil, his sword glistened like ice

It all started when my friend Aubrey came to me and said, "Write me a poem."
"What about?" I asked. (Not that I thought I could do it; but I wanted to try.)
"Gnomes," she said. (Aubrey loves gnomes; don’t ask me why.)
Thus, this was born:

The Gnome Poem
by Anna
to Aubrey

Gnomes are short, bearded, and fat
With bright, jolly eyes and red pointed hats
Some wear blue coats, a belt buckle or two
Some might go barefoot, but ones I’ve met are shoed.

Was it he that sparked his eye,
Flying across desert sands?
Was it he who caught his breath,
Glistening flight, fiery might?
Was it he that stayed his hand,
Capturing eyes, hooves of the night?
Was it he who held his gaze,
Catching ears, swiftly legs?
Was it he who brought the halt,
Giant and red, power and broad ?
Was it he who that touched his look,
Flaming coat, glaring gaze?
Was it he who stopped his ride,
Piercing neigh, shrieking cry?
Was it he who faltered his pace,

Grey eyes sharply gazing
Into the darkness
Of nothingness

Fiercely gazing on her foe
Raising her shield
Her eyes veiled

Eowyn, Eomund’s daughter
Released from secrecy
Golden her hair blows freely

Lifting her sword unsheathed
Letting it fall swiftly
On the fell beast

Slaying the evil creature
It lies
Never to rise

Up from the ruin of his steed
The Nazgul faces her
Raising his mace upward

Swinging it round
Into her shield
Shattering it far a field

Chapter Seven

White snow is falling.

The white doves are singing.

The children are playing.

The dog is watching.

With all of these things that are happening,

The horse is only staring

From his lonely pasture.

No friends,

No grass,

No children squealing and playing beside him.

Just staring.

Only staring.

But the cat is daring.

He climbs the fence to the horse's scowling face.

The cat jumps happliy

Upon the staring horse's back

And gives him warmth.

A friend.

World View Argument
(I have researched many views and opinions on athiesm and such, so these are pretty true views.)

Personally I BELIEVE IN GOD HE'S MY SAVIOUR!

God isn’t real
God is real

God Isn’t Real- (An athiest's perspective)
I do not believe in things I cannot either, touch, feel or hear.

I believe that if there is or was a real ‘god’, that He wouldn’t let such terrible things happen in the world, if god is real why doesn’t he just come down and show himself to us?

I have decided to quit Away. Sorry to anyone who read it!
I just hit a stopping point. I never really got close to Sierra like I normally do with other characters of mine.
I could have killed her off in a snap (don't worry, I wouldn't do that), unlike with other characters.
Well, sorry all readers!! I just thought I'd let you all know instead of just leaving you hanging.

-Falling Leaves

I was at my sister's so when she would need to go to the hospital and have her baby, she could leave her almost two-year-old with me. So, the night my brother-in-law and sister left the hospital, I had Tori, my niece. Well, she woke up, and started crying. I go to her room, and offer to rock her. But she wants to investigate; find her parents. When she doesn't, she gets very angry, and cries. I rock her for awhile, but it still doesn't calm her down. For about thirty minutes, or longer, she's crying.

Mel plopped down on her hotel bed that night, questions running through her confused mind.
Why would Gran make up ridiculous lies like that? But what if she wasn't lying? What if the did see, or at least think she saw, the water horses? Mel grabbed her black hair and pulled on it. I really need to shut up and go to bed, she thought.
She tossed the blanket over her and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.