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."