Based on J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion. Cover photo was taken by Brocken Inaglory.
Eärendil stood tall beside the helm
And looked into the dark and formless void.
He searched, as ever, for that timeless realm
Which mortal souls could never long avoid.
For though his fate was now bound to the world,
He still felt the desire to depart
And so on pathless seas his sails unfurled
To ease the mannish yearning his heart.
But though his soul felt ever the allure
Of that which far outside the world did lie,
He found his body could not long endure
The cold and howling wind beyond the sky.
He thought perhaps to leave his flesh behind
And let his spirit journey on alone
For maybe so unfettered he might find
That land which men can truly call their home.
And oh, how did his soul within him ache
And long to to leave his body evermore.
But no, he could not such a journey make.
One waited for him still upon the shore.
So then his frozen hands took in the sheet
And pulled the tiller hard to come about.
He set a course back into Arda's heat,
And turned away from that which lay without.
And as he passed back through the Door of Night
Into the rigid confines of the world,
Elwing was there to greet him, fair and bright,
And wings of white and silver round her swirled.
And though he ever felt the urge to roam,
For weary had he grown of earthly life,
Knowing what joy she took to see him home,
He always would return back to his wife.