The New Age of Middle Earth - Lament to Changing Times

quiet lie those old roads, empty lie your halls,
a foot-fall past leaves no trace as you’re gone,
the fireside tales hold little of your legacy,
forgotten, in ages lost,the War that you once won.

what bitter kiss is this, oh Lorien!
the ages waste for forgetting one so fair,
your touch has withered with the falling autumn,
your once great power leaves us feeling bare.

the sea, the sea – its tides drew you afar,
with grace you parted from these fading shores,
the ages grow as we forget your meaning,
your wonder lost for now and everymore.

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