TITLE: When the last Ship sails.
AUTHOR: Honesty
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Poetry.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Don't we all, ducks?
ARCHIVE: Anywhere - just let me know
SUMMARY: A song for the departing Elves. A sonnet, sort of.
When the last Ship raises its flutt'ring sails
And looses its moorings on Arda's shore,
To carve out a path through the autumn gales,
O then we thy kin will return no more.
For the Sea-song will never be put by,
When its bugle call rings out clear and keen,
For West of these pastures the bright lands lie,
And soon we shall go to our home unseen.
O my brethren dear let us lift our sails,
Let us brave the seas and the rending gales
While the fishes revel with silvern scales
And the stars shine bright on their fins and tails
'Til the dark skies lighten like lifting veils -
Thus shall it be when the last Ship sails.
AUTHOR: Honesty
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Poetry.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Don't we all, ducks?
ARCHIVE: Anywhere - just let me know
SUMMARY: A song for the departing Elves. A sonnet, sort of.
When the last Ship raises its flutt'ring sails
And looses its moorings on Arda's shore,
To carve out a path through the autumn gales,
O then we thy kin will return no more.
For the Sea-song will never be put by,
When its bugle call rings out clear and keen,
For West of these pastures the bright lands lie,
And soon we shall go to our home unseen.
O my brethren dear let us lift our sails,
Let us brave the seas and the rending gales
While the fishes revel with silvern scales
And the stars shine bright on their fins and tails
'Til the dark skies lighten like lifting veils -
Thus shall it be when the last Ship sails.