Corners of the world explored
The wrath of evil self-implored
We sail in ships of elven make
Though the ground beneath us quakes
Veiled are stars and moon-less nights
As we search for western lights
Doom we have and all is lost
Searches leading to ultimate cost
Westernesse fallen and all our dreams failed
Stories we make of Men and ships sailed
To the Undying Lands, all in vain
All for our own personal gain
The elves set a ban, that we were to mind
Never to sail west, to see what we could find
Men of Numenor, long life was given
Though immortality long forbidden
We sought for it, we desired more
So we left our sacred shores
To meet our end, to feel the wrath
Of Eru, the One, for straying from our path
The few of us left sailed east to the land
Of Middle-Earth, where we touched on the sand
The elf Cirdan greeted us, though he could see our shame
He did not need to ask us from whence we came
He had foresaw all of this, had awaited our return
To the shores of the land, where forever we would learn
To live not in bliss, but in repentance of our sins
The elves are now hateful, though we were once friends
Our lives are long and our race great
But our selfishness has given us our fate
Numenor has fallen, our lines will run out
Emptiness and hatred until we want to shout
Our long lives grow shorter in reminder of our sins
And all these memories will fade and then...the Rin
Of days gone by and kingdoms we held of old
Only to be searched for by the bravest and the bold
They will find nothing the sea is bare
Not even a trace of Westernesse there...
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A/N: This is only a work in progress I just wanted to write a poem about the Numenoreans. Rin means remembrance in Quenya, if you didn't know that. R&R, & tell me what you think. Revisions will be made later. And the three dots in the last line...are because it isn't finished yet. The spaces in each line are meant to be four line stanzas, but ff.net is evil and won't let me post it like that. Namarie!
The wrath of evil self-implored
We sail in ships of elven make
Though the ground beneath us quakes
Veiled are stars and moon-less nights
As we search for western lights
Doom we have and all is lost
Searches leading to ultimate cost
Westernesse fallen and all our dreams failed
Stories we make of Men and ships sailed
To the Undying Lands, all in vain
All for our own personal gain
The elves set a ban, that we were to mind
Never to sail west, to see what we could find
Men of Numenor, long life was given
Though immortality long forbidden
We sought for it, we desired more
So we left our sacred shores
To meet our end, to feel the wrath
Of Eru, the One, for straying from our path
The few of us left sailed east to the land
Of Middle-Earth, where we touched on the sand
The elf Cirdan greeted us, though he could see our shame
He did not need to ask us from whence we came
He had foresaw all of this, had awaited our return
To the shores of the land, where forever we would learn
To live not in bliss, but in repentance of our sins
The elves are now hateful, though we were once friends
Our lives are long and our race great
But our selfishness has given us our fate
Numenor has fallen, our lines will run out
Emptiness and hatred until we want to shout
Our long lives grow shorter in reminder of our sins
And all these memories will fade and then...the Rin
Of days gone by and kingdoms we held of old
Only to be searched for by the bravest and the bold
They will find nothing the sea is bare
Not even a trace of Westernesse there...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: This is only a work in progress I just wanted to write a poem about the Numenoreans. Rin means remembrance in Quenya, if you didn't know that. R&R, & tell me what you think. Revisions will be made later. And the three dots in the last line...are because it isn't finished yet. The spaces in each line are meant to be four line stanzas, but ff.net is evil and won't let me post it like that. Namarie!