She is broken
Quiet in the gray sky
Her face is of a sick color
The color of grief
The beauty stricken from it
The love stolen from her soul
She is lost
She has lost her home forever
As he sleeps motionless before her
The look of age on his cold face
She misses him like the moon
Misses the night
When it has retreated
And made way
For the life giving sun
But even the moon comes home
And returns again
Never shall he wake
To hold her in his arms
Feel her beauty inside him
He is cold
Dead to the living
His soul off in another place
He was the mightiest
The fairest
And wisest of all rulers
Eyes of sapphire
And a heart of pale gold
He loved her
With all in his body and mind
Now he rests
And she weeps silently
A look of pure distress
And remembrance on her face
She remembers
Their life
She does not want to see him leave
Forever entombed
Away from her
She is afraid of the loneliness she feels
Without him
Afraid to suffer it alone
She has no one
And she is left to wander
Servant to death
Slave to despair
She is Arwen
Wife of the Great King
Forever doomed
To be alone