The Kinslayer's lament

by miriel's granddaughter

A poem from the perspective of a participant in all three kinslayings. Contains mentions of dead people and some gore, but it isn't explicit about violence. I would love reviews, especially any suggestions for improvements.

Will I ever be clean
Will I ever be free
From blood of my kin
From the grief that I see

I saw Alqualondë
The white harbour turned red
Where swans became crows
As they cried for their dead

In the land of the fence
Thousand caves full of bones
There Sindar graves lie
Which my presence condones

By the river so great
There we fought and we slew
The Silmaril's gone
Now the killings we rue

Can I take it all back
Can I wipe the slate clean
Can I bring back my kin
Would this could be a dream