What of the Ebon Lie?
The shadows will moan,
But what of the Ebon Lie?
The eagles soar,
The nightingale laments,
Have all forgotten the ancient lore?
The narcissus fawns,
The widows weep,
Yet the Elves still sorrow on.
The ships stopped sailing to distant shores,
All joy has fled away,
Is it living, anymore?
The wise forgot,
Dreams disappeared,
Why did we stay among your lot?
Sorrow reigns,
Death perseveres,
What of our tears like steady rains?
Hope dies,
Love fades,
Yet still we live in Ebon Lies.
Sleep beckons,
Oblivion too,
What do your people reckon?
Live on,
Laugh freely,
Be like the carefree fawn.
Sing gay,
Mean little,
Is that truly the human way?
Die young,
Grieve none,
From Sorrow do you run?
Deceive all,
Hide always,
From her silver hall?
Embrace it,
Be it,
Sorrow not star-lit.
Grieve
Sorrow
It is the Elven way
Darkness may yet depart,
Shadows may yet weaken,
Nevermore will we laugh and smile,
For we are now the Ebon Lie.
Old English it was a lie produced by ourselves, so we could hide from the
realities of the world.
The other thing that probably confused you was 'The Narcissus fawns'. Any half-rate scholar in Greek Mythology would tell you that once, an incredibly beautiful, but vain, boy was born. He broke every maiden's heart, believing himself to be far beyond the beauty of Mortals, and thus they were unworthy of his attention. Then, he saw his reflection in a pool of water, and fell in love with it. He couldn't stand to part from his newfound love, so he withered away, and died by his reflection in the pool. The Narcissus flower is beautiful, and grows where it overhangs the water. The Greeks thought this was out of vanity, like the boy, so the flower could look at itself day and night. Thus the name. So, when a 'Narcissus Fawns', it means that it is admiring itself.
Nallasariel the Weeper
