Elbereth

Hidden in the stars

By Conor DarrallPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Elbereth my love,

I gaze from this mountain top,

Begging of the night.

nature poetry

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Conor Darrall

Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com

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