Galadriel, The Lady of Light - Poem By: Elsieana

Galadriel


There is a White Lady I know so well,
Her sweet, heavenly name is Galadriel
When her voice flows out of her very soft lips,
The sun comes out of an evil eclipse
Her voice, sweet as honey and as soothing,
As a nightingale's song of continual cooing
Her immortal touch she lays on the heart,
Plays the most magnificent part
When darkness comes and the haunted wind blowing,
A figure in the distance will always be glowing
And there she will be as clear as a bell,
The dearest and loveliest Galadriel

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