The Magician’s Repose
Down hollow ways that bear no title, Mired in the dust of ages, There sleeps a ragged wanderer, Dressed in […]
Down hollow ways that bear no title, Mired in the dust of ages, There sleeps a ragged wanderer, Dressed in […]
When many of us think of J.R.R Tolkien, we recall his novels, such as The Hobbit, or the Lord of
The Lady of the Tower by John Evans I see her pass to and fro, Beyond the garden wall, Unshod
You are a well darling- A cask of wine- A pitcher of thought- A container of dreams, Unending, Whose first
Around the lake- That emerald circle, Ringed by stones, The color of pitch, We waded through midnights, Silver passage, And
When Tolkien published The Hobbit during the thirties, he had no clue where his writings would take him. Even when
Against the shade, Like a golden beacon, You led me through, The perilous night, I embarked on to, Inscribe my
The following poem is dedicated to all those who love fantasy and fear the dark. May you find joy and
There is an island out there in the fog, Colder than bone, Where the sea salt ends, And the bare
Author’s Note: The following poem is dedicated to Legendarium Media’s Steve Fitch and Melisa Hunt for their ongoing literary support.