My window faces a cold darkness
sprinkled with cold tears
they cast their gentle blue tears
upon weeping Elves below.
In the light of lamps,
Their lament for the grey pilgrim pass me
To honor him
Cast by the winking lamps,
white flashes of silver,
paint the sad sky
Shedding hope on the elves of Lorien,
The wails of his companions and
the thunder of the trouble to come,
float to my window and the smokey-grey
wind bites my cheek.It’s voice carrying
the song to the stars above.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.