by Feb 2, 2006Poetry

The midnight hour was closing
The night owl sang in vain
As the moon waned ‘midst the starlight-
It still was not the same.

She sighes and wanders homeward,
Open heart her grief displays,
And in this night she cannot fight
The fate that she delays.

On a mound of stars she falters,
Her tears befall her grace,
She rests here for eternity
Where none shall see her face.

My elven Queen! My fair one,
I call from shores afar,
I call thee to the chambers
Beyond Earlendils Star!

And her soul flies proudly
To eternal rest,
With love and peace and happiness
And a rose upon her breast.


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