Cry of Arwen

by Apr 2, 2003Poetry

How be it, my lord?
It is not yet winter!
Remove from my heart
This fresh-shattered splinter
I watch for you, lord
As the stars for the dawn
In this chess-game of life
I am but a pawn
Yet you are the King
Spoke of ages before
In the doom of Isildur
You are fated to war
This charge is still on you
Your blade is the one
So renew now your kingship
Before dawn is come
I wait for you, Elfstone
And pray to Eru
So come to me, loved one
Before night is through


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