A/N: This was written some years ago, inspried by Tolkien's books. I had not heard about fan-fiction at the time, but the poem does belong in Tolkien's world so I will post it here.
Sea-song.
He cried: This is a sight
That Elven-kings would die for.
The height, the might, the wondrous light;
She'll make you ask for more.
And if instead
She leaves you dead
To sit upon her shore
To sigh
To die
With teary eye
And heart so full of woe,
You will still sing,
Not mind the sting,
For in your sight
Is still her might
And light upon her shore.