It All Means Nothing

by Evenstar Elanor

A villanelle of a woman lamenting, for her love has gone far far away, never to return to her. Not really Tolkienesque, but can be taken for certain characters, such as Luthien, Arwen, and especially: Melian and Elwing.

A/N: Villanelle we wrote for English class. I SLAVED over this. SLAVED! I thought it was HORRID. I cried because it wouldn't work out of frustration. But when I was done, I love it. Doesn't really pertain to Tolkien, but some characters may relate, and I had to post it. R/R!

It All Means Nothing

Sweet nightingale, you still sing on
The moonlit breeze blows on by
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

It bears no meaning, the coming dawn
I cannot grow wings; I cannot fly.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.

No gold, no silver can I pawn
No song can I sing; no tears can I cry.
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

A place beside him cannot be won.
I have no place within the sky.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.

There is no strength that can be drawn.
Within his arms I cannot lie
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

It bears no meaning, the coming dawn.
I cannot grow wings; I cannot fly.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.
It all means nothing, for he is gone.