Emerald Waters: A Poem


The sun shines over emerald waters, showing clearly their aqua depths, the waves play upon the white shore, giving thanks to God, who gives life and breath. ~Magi

Sounds of the Night: A Poem


There’s a circle around the moon, ice crystals float through the air, the stars twinkle out from behind the scattered clouds, the sounds of the evening are in my ears. The frogs croak, the crickets chirp, a nightingale sings, rain falls slowly, pit-pat-patter, a gentle lullaby from the sky. Now it comes in torrents, the…

The End of the Rain: A Poem


The clouds have parted, The sunlight shines eagerly through, it reflects over the face of the waters, It sparkles on the dew. Slowly the clouds dissipate, The sapphire sky shows his pleasant face, The white birds look up and sing, The green fields their glad voices ring. -Magi

The Light of God


My days are filled with endless mystery, grief has ever been my lot, dark corridors, suspicious eyes, a dead realm, where nobody dies. Every thrall’s speech is filled with endless lies, “it’s just our way of speaking”, when will escape these endless halls of hate? Everyone loves it, everyone hates it, they kiss it in…

Ruler of the Depths


I come through the mist, my footsteps lead through the deeps of a silent water, dark is my path, swift is my wrath, dare ye come, enter my living tomb, discover my secrets, they may lead to your doom, for they are hard to attain, but may give you gain, my ways are costly, few…

Thorin’s Last Words: A poem


  Thorin’s Last Words based on the book by J.R.R. Tolkien, ‘The Hobbit’ As he did on the towering cliff lie, He stared up into the sky, Life seemed so short, When one was about to die. Tears coursed down his bloody cheeks, Here he would die, No friend was nearby, To say to them…

A Door Turning on Its Hinges


Like a door turning on its hinges, The lazy spirit from any work cringes; He lies in his bed all day, This is the sluggard’s way. ~Magi

Once Lost: A poem


See This Picture Larger Once Lost Lost in the darkness of your mind, a new beginning seems impossible to find, you realize that your heart has become an idol’s shrine. As the Spirit of the Lord nears, your repentant soul is drowned in grateful tears; He has freed you from the utter darkness of your…

Undomiel: A poem about Arwen Evenstar


Undomiel based on the book by J.R.R. Tolkien, ‘The Lord of the Rings’ The gentle lady of the moonlight, She is walking on the moor tonight, She is dreaming of one she loves, And singing a song written by doves. Her dark hair reaches to the ground, Her softly clad feet make no sound, She…