The Ode of Celeblas
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Celeblas was a Elf of old,
Of her the Eldar sadly ode.
A Princess of the Deep Green North,
From Mirkwood did her guards come forth.
Surrounding their Lady dressed in green,
Upon her helm a star was seen,
She rode upon a great grey mare,
The light of the moon, was in her hair..
Down the river, she did run,
Under stars, moon, and sun,
She flew to Lothlórien, the Golden Wood,
To attend a summit, her father should.
And there she spoke of the Darkening North,
Of Wargs, Wolves, and how the shadows came forth,
Of the countless horrors, her people faced,
And the many lives lost, that could not be replaced.
But at the Council, no help was paid,
With the young Mirkwood Lady, there was sent no aid,
And So Celeblas was sent back,
To the darkening fortress, Mirkwood Black.
Upon her journey, they were attacked,
And to Lothlórien they did fall back,
But Celeblas, the lady fair,
Was injured beyond all repair.
And so slain was, the youngest of the Mirkwood clan,
Not by elven or immortal hand,
She fought with courage and with no fear,
But the wounds allotted, were to heavy to bear.
And so holding to the Lady's' hand,
She left from the Elven Land
So into darkness fell her star,
From her helm to the shadows afar.
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~Celeblas E. Manwë
~16 yrs.
~Feb. 26, 2003
© Celeblas Elentári Manwë
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Celeblas was a Elf of old,
Of her the Eldar sadly ode.
A Princess of the Deep Green North,
From Mirkwood did her guards come forth.
Surrounding their Lady dressed in green,
Upon her helm a star was seen,
She rode upon a great grey mare,
The light of the moon, was in her hair..
Down the river, she did run,
Under stars, moon, and sun,
She flew to Lothlórien, the Golden Wood,
To attend a summit, her father should.
And there she spoke of the Darkening North,
Of Wargs, Wolves, and how the shadows came forth,
Of the countless horrors, her people faced,
And the many lives lost, that could not be replaced.
But at the Council, no help was paid,
With the young Mirkwood Lady, there was sent no aid,
And So Celeblas was sent back,
To the darkening fortress, Mirkwood Black.
Upon her journey, they were attacked,
And to Lothlórien they did fall back,
But Celeblas, the lady fair,
Was injured beyond all repair.
And so slain was, the youngest of the Mirkwood clan,
Not by elven or immortal hand,
She fought with courage and with no fear,
But the wounds allotted, were to heavy to bear.
And so holding to the Lady's' hand,
She left from the Elven Land
So into darkness fell her star,
From her helm to the shadows afar.
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~Celeblas E. Manwë
~16 yrs.
~Feb. 26, 2003
© Celeblas Elentári Manwë