The council had been convened in Rivendell. The incursions into Middle Earth started as a trickle, but now it was becoming of torrent. Beardless Dwarves, and unknown characters had begun to overrun even the peaceful Shire.
Elrond brought the meeting to order and explained the graveness of the situation. “We must send a fellowship out to explore how this has come about.”
“Yes, yes,” interrupted Gimli. “We must find where all this shite has come from!”
It was agreed the Gandalf would lead the party of enquirers into a darkness even greater that Mordor to seek the truth.
Months later and much battered by their trials, the fellowship returned and presented their findings. It was entitled: On the Origin of the Faeces or The Realm of the Dark Lord Bezos.
Colleen’s challenge this week is to take a favourite form and tweak it into something new. I have long loved Edgar Allan Poe’s use of Trochaic octameter with its eight trochaic metrical feet. In my piece I have replaced the trochaic feet with simple syllables. I have kept some “DUM da DUM da DUM da” stresses, but have let the beat be driven by the words and the eight syllable form. I have also made this an eight line form.
when at times we do not trouble we complacent tend to stumble into apathetic bubbles the world around us we ignore unaware of what lies in store till too late like midnight raven the world we face – leaving haven to find the old world – “nevermore”
The Beauty Of her face Filled men’ hearts with Passion and desire An epic war was fought For her love and her favour Paris wooed Helen from her throne Menelaus jilted sought revenge A thousand ships set sail, bringing Troy’s end