A sad poem by me...

[Elf Girl]

I rather like it. I wrote it in the metre of the Lay of Leithian, for fun.

Fear and Joy

What is it, friends, that I do fear?
I long to ‘scape the heartache drear
of separation, loss of love,
of dread and loneliness thereof.
I fear the endless rolling days
as life before me quietly plays
and I alone, alone must sing,
while all the bells of joy should ring.

I fear the knife that cleaves apart
all bonds ‘tween people and joy of heart,
that ends the hope forevermore
of hearing cheerful voice at door
calling, ‘Come friend! Come with me
for joy it brings me you to see.
I’m happy just to speak with you
for the words you say with me ring true.’

Ah! That I should keep these things,
I’d give up gems and golden rings.

Some brutal criticism would be welcome, please point out anything that sounds the least bit wrong! I just wrote it and haven't have time to really go over it yet.