This is a beautiful poem, written by a friend, edited by me. Please review, as I'm going to tell her what you posted!

Aryon O Huine Child

Here in the House of the Golden Flower

The leaves always bare an orange hue
Here in the House of the Golden Flower
Here in the House of the Golden Flower
Things are calm, serene of a waterfall
Hidden deep in the shallow valleys.

All seemed well here in the House of the Golden Flower
Alas, that is until the unwelcome came and the welcome fled.
Here in the House of the Golden Flower

Here in the House of the Golden Flower
Two Elven maidens dwelled.
Here in the House of the Golden Flower
A father grew bitter…a daughter grew weary.
Here in the House of the Golden Flower
A war sprung.
Inasmuch as their cursed birth.
Here in the House of the Golden Flower
History thrives; as it will ever on and on.
Here in the House of the Golden Flower