I don't own Mallorn trees.
In Woe We Depart
All around me they depart,
In sorrow that breaks my heart,
They warn me and remind me, lest,
I forget the paths that guide us west.
My soul is falling to despair,
Damaged now, beyond repair,
I may not tarry here for longer,
To watch us wane as they grow stronger.
This alone I cannot face,
To watch the fading of my race,
My future here they took from me,
And robbed us of our legacy,
Always they are in our debt,
But their lives are fleeting, and they forget.
Never in a thousand years,
May they amend our fallen tears,
Now as I stand, they silently fall,
And I heed the ocean's call.
The branches of the Mallorn trees,
Are withering beneath their leaves,
The rivers have dried, or changed their course,
Carrying on without remorse.
Everything is changing fast,
It seems nothing here will ever last,
Before we drink the cup of gladness,
We first must taste the brew of sadness.
The house is less homely,
The trees less becoming
Empty wood and hollow vale,
Leave them all and let us sail.
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