Song of a Dying Elf
What am I now but lost?
My mangled body broken
I feel the pull of Mandos,
The call of words unspoken
What are my wounds but mortal?
Wounds of suffering and pain.
Cut down by my kinsman's blade,
Ne'er to rise again.
What were my dreams but trifles?
A grain of sand on cold harsh shore.
So full of life was I!
Alas, I shall dream no more.
What choice is there but death?
To give in to this pain.
The ground stained crimson by my blood,
Amid the falling rain.
What lies ahead but darkness?
A sea of glass, silver-gray.
I've lingered here too long,
My friend, namarië.
By Queen Elbereth