Ar-Feiniel - A tribute to the White Lady of the Noldor

A rose of white in secret vale,
you grew in Gondolin.
The light around you touched you not.
What did you lack, O Lady pale?

You left the city's walléd might,
to tread the path you chose,
through dells of night and woodlands dark.
What did you seek, O Lady White?

You would not stay in twilit glade,
forever bound in a fading dusk.
For one who was your captor's son
you gave yourself to poisoned blade.

Your light is fled, your beauty fell,
as the fading embers die.
When the sun is veiled by night,
All things whisper: Ar-Feiniel!

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