He takes my hand
I turn
Together we walk
The last walk
We climb
Each step closer
Closer
To the Doom
We cannot avoid
The parting from which
We cannot return
I stop
Look
The World
Is beneath my feet
The stars above
Yet it is meaningless
He speaks
I speak
Not just with our voices
But with our minds
We are One
For the last time
Ages pass
In seconds
The World turns
I plead
Stay
Do not leave me here
Alone
He is silent
Asks me the same question
Go with him
Across the Sea
Leave all I love behind
He knows my answer
For mine
Is his
He speaks
One last time
His hands hold mine
One last time
We are One
One last time
He turns
Walks
I follow
But he is gone
Gone
Gone beyond the Breaking of the World
He is gone to a place I cannot go
And I am empty
Grief enfolds me
So strong
That it is all I know
One fact
That will stay with me
All my life
He is gone
I trace his footsteps
But he makes them no longer
He is gone
Forever
In The Lord of the Rings Appendix A part I (v) by J.R.R. Tolkien, it says "The Third Age was ended thus in victory and hope; and yet grievous among the sorrows of that Age was the parting of Elrond and Arwen, for they were sundered by the Sea and by a doom beyond the end of the world."
