Author's Notes: This poem as inspired by another poem's first two lines that I've read, but I've sadly forgotten the author's name.
This poem is about the Elves and how their time in Middle-Earth is coming to an end.
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Fading
The trees are green above us
But not as green as they were
The wandering brook is weary
Now seldom does it stir
The leaves now fade to gold
And tiredly, they fall
And no longer lively are birds
Mournful is their call
The flowers open as before
But their colours are not so bright
Weakly now does the Moon rise
The stars fade into night
The world is slowly fading
And we who remain, do too
We live in dreams of times gone
And create no more things new
Our time has past, we must leave
This land we love behind
Upon ships tall and silver-grey
On blue waves, crystal lined
And so we sing, one final time
Upon the silver swell
The echoes clear, ring about us
As we bid our last farewell
Namarie, Ambar-Metta
~Vilya, February 2004
This poem is about the Elves and how their time in Middle-Earth is coming to an end.
***
Fading
The trees are green above us
But not as green as they were
The wandering brook is weary
Now seldom does it stir
The leaves now fade to gold
And tiredly, they fall
And no longer lively are birds
Mournful is their call
The flowers open as before
But their colours are not so bright
Weakly now does the Moon rise
The stars fade into night
The world is slowly fading
And we who remain, do too
We live in dreams of times gone
And create no more things new
Our time has past, we must leave
This land we love behind
Upon ships tall and silver-grey
On blue waves, crystal lined
And so we sing, one final time
Upon the silver swell
The echoes clear, ring about us
As we bid our last farewell
Namarie, Ambar-Metta
~Vilya, February 2004