Serindë.
Weft and warp,
Your radiant tapestry,
Through long hours woven.
Diligence and persistence,
A grim smile you wear,
Holding love dear
Yet falling to a bleak vision.
For your child,
You will not falter,
Yet shall depart.
For the flame that you bore,
With such pains the mere infant brought,
Now must you perish,
For the fire is unquenchable,
And shall devour your sacrificial threads.