The Last Dance of Undomiel

Helpless in the green-gray grass,

A woman of the shadows danced.

In her hair silver shined

Betraying her kin of ancient line.

In the darkened glade of evergreen,

Undomiel would dance unseen.

Her olden ways, in secret wrought,

Sealed her ruin, but unplanned not.

The trees of old, once golden fair,

Witnessed only her dancing there.

Her thoughts beyond the far out sea,

And eyes shining with fears unseen.

Beneath the moonlight and absent stars,

Undomiel fell, her face unmarred,

Her ancient face held wisdom cruel

Her spirit was shattered from her own bitter rule.