Sappy poetry

I've been working on two versions of, essentially, the same poem. One (elvish fire) i prefer in cadence and subject matter, but the second (innocence lost) is an honest reflection on some stuff i've gone through recently.

Elvish Fire

Ruinstone pages, rocks of ages

Spellwords of the Elvish mages,

Mystery of an ancient ire,

First conceived in Elvish fire

Rocks and armor turned to dust,

They rust that were the rich man's trust.

Shocks of amour, burned the trust

That once we thought the wedlock must

[etc. I have more verses]

Innocence Lost

A look, a touch, a nascent seed,

A pause too much, a growing need

To see if this unhampered urge

Can boredom end, indifference purge

Ruinstone pages, rocks of ages

Spellwords of the carnal sages,

Mystery of an ancient ire,

First conceived in passion's fire

Rocks and armor turned to dust,

They rust that were the rich man's trust.

Shocks of amour, burned the trust

That once you thought the wedlock must

Further proof hybrid cars are bad for the environment

If you care about the environment, buy a used car rather than a hybrid car:

http://blog.wired.com/cars/2008/05/the-ultimate-pr.html