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The Elvish Stars
By Elizabeth Kaye Cook
The cold light of the stars
shone down gleaming clear.
Lighting Hope's pale glimmer,
melding with Hope's chill fear.
The Shadow has Come.
Killing purest sorrow, cool rain,
murdering the starlove joy.
The Elves sing, bright and fair
With men bold and strong
They Resist.
Darkness has captured their stars,
yet Hope
still lives.
The Ring
By Jaime Leigh Woolstencroft
Gold that is so smooth and shiny,
Who knew that it would be so tiny.
But it brings the world to doom,
Buried in the deepest tomb.
Brought into the light of day,
Waiting for the perfect way.
To unlesh its powers nigh,
Knowing that we all would die.
Simple was this perfect ring,
On it written not a thing.
Controlled them all,
So they would fall.
Into the darkened day.
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