Disclaimer: I own neither Maglor, nor any of the Silmarillion characters...yadda, yadda...like you didn't already know that!
Lament of a Harper
In vesper cold in vain harp wails
These tears reach not my forfeit love.
Against black rocks and steepest cliffs
this lament breaks and fading dies;
For screams of gulls stifle my cries -
they weep for fallen Folk of waves;
When cousins' swords drank blood and fled,
and cousins' hands set swans on flame.
Where did you hide her, O Uinen,
you Lady of the depths unknown?
To light like brightest lamp of all
the darkest waters of your home?
Or is she tangled in the strands
of longest hair 'neath sky and waves;
And lost is Light to living eye
save as a glimmer in sea's braids?
I cannot leave this lonely shore,
the foam speaks my name - she calls!
I held her close and lost her twice -
to bleeding swans and endless depths;
And ocean deepest can't wash off
the name ''Kinslayer'' from my chest.
It is only natural that I dedicate this poem to Finwen, for her work has been an immense source of inspiration to me.