J.R.R. Tolkien
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away: The world was fair in Durin's Day.
Edgar Allan Poe
- Lenore
Come! let the burial rite be read-the funeral song be sung!-An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
Myself
Honor is what I have sought as long as I can remember. To honor the earth, and my ancestors. To remember the old ways, and acknowledge any wrongdoing of my own. To defend the defenseless, to stand beside those who would fight with me, to stand strong against those who would strive against me. To place my family above all others. For what is honor, if not the practice of doing good as you walk your path?
