1. Sestina and Haiku
It seemed appropriate for such a twisted individual as Denethor.
And the steward to his holding
Shall be as a steadfast tower of stone
That stands earthbound yet sees and knows the stars:
Reason his guide, not passion's clutching fist,
Casting out vain desires, imagined need,
Lest his work fail and long planning ravel.
Why, then, does my strength ravel
Under the knowing of one gaze holding
Mine? What's this impossible ache of need
I cannot voice? My throat is made of stone.
These eyes unman me as though they were fists.
No comfort the echoing glitter of the stars.
The cool pity of the stars
(The old songs praise) that tangled thoughts ravel
Does but mock my short breath and clenchéd fist.
Wherefore this - now - thus - me captive holding
When on me rests the fate of Gondor's stone?
I'll country keep - and to myself my need.
The drowning lacework
Of the mountain stream in spring
Remembers her tears
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