The day he died was a sorrowful day
The lady was weeping, blacks garlanded around her slender frame
Head bowed, she glided silently down the road
Gazing at the men who comforted their wives
No husband was there for her this time
Wilting, her petals flow to the ground
The elven flower shed her tears, petals of pretty scent
She knew this day would come, yet not so soon
The man she loved was no more
He could never pick her up from her falls
The whispers surround her, screaming 'he's dead, he's dead'
Her Evenstar falling, plunging to the ground
Shattering into a thousand pieces, just like her heart
No song could calm her now
Not even his
She watched the men carry him to the shores
She saw their grim faces, expressionless
She walked to the forest of Lorien, wallowing
And there she rested, never to return to the courtyards of men
Aragorn, King of Gondor was gone
The lady was weeping, blacks garlanded around her slender frame
Head bowed, she glided silently down the road
Gazing at the men who comforted their wives
No husband was there for her this time
Wilting, her petals flow to the ground
The elven flower shed her tears, petals of pretty scent
She knew this day would come, yet not so soon
The man she loved was no more
He could never pick her up from her falls
The whispers surround her, screaming 'he's dead, he's dead'
Her Evenstar falling, plunging to the ground
Shattering into a thousand pieces, just like her heart
No song could calm her now
Not even his
She watched the men carry him to the shores
She saw their grim faces, expressionless
She walked to the forest of Lorien, wallowing
And there she rested, never to return to the courtyards of men
Aragorn, King of Gondor was gone