Aquamarine
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien, nor do I believe in slavery as something normal. I own nothing but a pen, a fan fiction account, a messed up mind, and other things irrelevant to the subject at hand.
A/N: I have not read the Silmarillion and thus do not know what really happens after the grey ships leave. This was just my reasoning. This is from Gandalf's POV. Please review after you've read. Or else.
The farther we sail from
These havens of grey,
The farther we are from
This beautiful bay,
The farther we get from,
Our Earth's ancient core,
The less they remember
Of its morbid lore.
For such is the rule of
The Undying Lands;
We must forget all of
The blood on our hands.
We can only keep with us
Our memories of cheer:
Elves think of their bows
And hobbits of their beer.
But I am a wizard,
A "storm-crow," they say,
I am the one clad in
Cloaks both white and grey,
And I will remember
Both darkness and pain,
Remember the stories
Of those who were slain,
Remember the rhythm
Of the drums of doom,
Remember the Balrog's
Scream in Kazhad-Dum,
Remember the Nazgul's
Horrendous Witch-King
Remember how the poor
Eowyn did sing,
Remember the way in
Which Mount Doom spit flames,
Remember all of the
Deceased heroes' names.
I shall take these things with me
Wherever I go,
They are now a part of
This Gandalf Storm-Crow,
While all of the things that
The others have seen
Are silently fading
To aquamarine.