Ok, time for another post of something substantial, so here is a poem I wrote last year. I had just heard a part of a classical music work with the same sort of title, so I was just goofing around for the first part of this poem. But once I got to the verses, I was a little more serious. So anyway, I had fun writing it, I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

This song/poem also has a tune to it, but it's a little complicated so I won't put it here just now.

The Last Rose of Summer 

'Twas the last Rose of Summer
and my mother said to me,
yes, my dead and dying mother
asked of me.
She said, "Daughter dear, I'm dying
and there's one thing I would ask,
just to sing an old singing song,
are you up unto the task?”
So I stept upon the table,
and I gathered unto me all the people
that were able, there to see.
The Singing Song, a table song,
a jolly song for ye.

* * *

"In the month of Long Past
a raven said to me:
'Behold! thee, now at long last
your Love shall come to thee.

 - - -

'He'll ride upon a white horse,
and sing to thee so fair,
you'll hear Him over yonder, by
the green hill over there.

- - -

'His banner, it is silver grey,
His sword; it is of steel,
His shield is gold so like the day,
and red doth shine His seal.

- - -

'A crown upon His head doth sit;
it gleams within His light.
His horse doth champ a silver bit,
and far doth flee the night.

- - -

'For one day soon He'll come for thee,
and bring thee to His home,
and ever watchful thou shouldst be,
lest the lamps wane out to none.'"

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Copyright © 2007 to Hristë

I wrote this poem awhile ago, and I have a tune that goes with it:

A  A  D  D  A  C  A#  A

A  A  D  D  F  E  C  D

D  G  F  E  D  C#  D  E

A  A  D  D  F  E  C  D

A very sad sort of tune, goes well with Tolkien's the Fall of Gil-Galad.

Before the sun, the stars, and moon;

before the light that shines therein,

there was One there who made it all,

and us His creation.

He breathed into us breath of life,

which He Himself did freely give.

The Father, Son, and Spirit reign,

and shall forever onward.

He came to earth in form and voice,

like a man in semblance;

to 'seek and save' and find those lost,

to die in place of our sins.

For each He died, for us He rose,

for power was granted to Him.

He trampled down our darkest foes,

and brought us nearer to Him.

He loved us then, He loves us now,

and truly we shall seek Him.

He drew us near and holds us tight,

teaching us to be like Him.

"One thing I ask, and I shall seek:

that for all time I'll dwell with Thee;

to see the beauty of the Lord;

and think of Him continually."

Amen.

Copyright 2006 to Hriste