Mae govannen! I'm just a poetically pathetic artist with a taste for all things Tolkien. I'm also a Catholic...So I humbly request that you respect me in regards to my beliefs. I love poetry, taxidermy, forensics, and animals. And of course, drawing and, sometimes, writing. I have no use for romance. Links: http://flipanim.com/profile https://www.instagram.com/ameba.purpleone/?hl=en Lil' sisters: @Perpetualsnowflake @Superthing @Neonferns (And @Pumkin is our internet sis) Beleg and Túrin, Fingon and Maedhros, Finrod and Beren all have pure and beautiful brotherly relationships. Fight me! (ง'̀-'́)ง This week's poem: Red etched words line the walls of Nowhere, Where a solemn silence claims residence, draped softly as tattered yellow rays But this Place is home to me. I cannot complain. I walk these halls in the tunnels of my mind, Twists and turns that lead me onward Into the Light For it lies at the end of the cave, beyond the ruins And disbelief is theirs to swallow Where blood ties and vacant eyes are keepsakes. But mine have seen the truth of things, kept hidden in misty riverbeds, Lost dark places of the Deep, Or thus in Golden fountains: found, seeped and steamed And left to my hands.