A/N: Thank you to Aria Breuer for help with the title.
Love lost; future broken
Destined vigour, springs of youth
My son, my heir
Aearon! Aearon!
Son of the sea!
My glimpse of the roiling waters
In this tree covered land
The mighty oak will never hear your song
The ancient river will never see your strength
Where hath my son gone?
Oh, son of the sea!
Aearon! Aearon!
He has fallen under the heavy black hand
He has passed beyond the forest
Beyond the trees, across the sea