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This site last updated August 26, 2002

Lord of the Rings

Due South

Artwork

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.
 
--William Butler Yeats

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
 The road is forlorn all day,
 Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
 And the hoof-prints vanish away.
 The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
 Expend their bloom in vain.
 Come over the hills and far with me,
 And be my love in the rain.


 The birds have less to say for themselves
 In the wood-world's torn despair
 Than now these numberless years the elves,
 Although they are no less there:
 All song of the woods is crushed like some
 Wild, easily shattered rose.
 Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
 Where the boughs rain when it blows.


 There is the gale to urge behind
 And bruit our singing down,
 And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
 From which to gather your gown.
 What matter if we go clear to the west,
 And come not through dry-shod?
 For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
 The rain-fresh goldenrod.


 Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
 But it seems like the sea's return
 To the ancient lands where it left the shells
 Before the age of the fern;
 And it seems like the time when after doubt
 Our love came back amain.
 Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
 And be my love in the rain.

         -- Robert Frost - 1913

This is essentially a site dedicated to my fanfiction.  Most of it is slash, which means if you follow me into this enchanted wood, chances are you're going to peek behind a tree and see two guys kissing, and in a few of the more secluded glades they're doing a little bit more than that.  If you're offended by that sort of thing, I suggest you take your knapsack and walking stick and go exploring elsewhere.  If the prospect intrigues you, come along!

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