An Elf's Lament




We were given eternal life
Grace, beauty and skills that
Mortals call magic
As angels they herald us


But we are not angels
The holy are not bound by flesh
that can be slain and
that must be tended to


A gift of privilege seemed our lives
A punishment! did Men curse their doom
Some born at Cuivienen still walk this earth
Far beyond Men's tombs


Weary they are, as I have been
To walk the world as Ages pass
How I envy you, Arwen the Fair
To receive the Gift of Men
And be free of the World at last