Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Song to the Lore

The ship has sailed, Havens it sought, but I
Am here left. Prison is the Earth of soul
Unquenched, conquered in cage no bounds; don't pry!
Weary's the heart, wary, despair doth call.

'Take roots and grow elsewhere', they say of old.
'Tread the road forgotten though barren waste.
Corage doth need best, Shadows may unfold'
On to forever, roads to nothingness.

Will Elendil shine if morrow comes cursed,
When age fails, wit wavers, thus defeated
Of time; what's spent is lost in tears unshed
A bearer unsung in tale unended.

Believeth in Elfstone and Evenstar
I do, though far in the abyss of hope
I dream, like Eowyn divided in two,
To long or to heal in same hands that hurt.

Cast me to Nimrodel o'er seas and stars
(Why flow eternal though free thy fairest?)
Anguish of Amroth's love unrequited
Hell hath no compare, Heaven doth not pray.

What more sorrow than constancy unchanged?
What life survives the test of sameness proved?
Why live or die, why win or lose, why ask,
Why not answer, why the burden of truth?

Lay me the Ancient down Third Age passed.
To Lorien and Imradil the roads cut
Mirror or light, I seek not but escape
For weary's the heart, wary, yes indeed.