The lives of the elves,
Are endless strands of time
They watch years fade,
The playing of us humans
Only children to their eyes.
~
Reclusive in their spirit,
Living in the shadows
Of the dancing flames
Away from mortal passion
No desire to be burned.
~
Now the ring of power destroyed
Their binds are cut loose
The time that Middle-earth
Graced upon them
Slips away like sand.
~
Fair faces of their people,
Leave these sandy shores
In increasing numbers,
Unlined with age
Burning with sorrow.
~
Watching the shores of their home
Recede into the distance
As they leave their past
Tendrils of grey mist,
Rising from the water.
~
*
~
They were a dream to us
A pastel painting of reality
Their buildings will crumble
Their faces forgotten
They will be lost
~
Lost as we seize our spring,
For no one pauses,
To look behind
To see the autumn leaves fall
We hold no remembrance.
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*
Authors Note: I wrote this poem in a rather unusual style, I portrayed the elves' reservation to mingle with other races as timidness and did this because this is from a person from a rather shallow non-friendly-towards- elves Gondor or Rohan's point of view and they probably thought that the elves where a little shy or arrogant. So please DON'T TELL ME IN A REVIEW THAT "THIS IS NOT THE ELVES" cause I know that but that's not how everyone in Middle Earth probably thought of them. Well, as always, review anyone?
Are endless strands of time
They watch years fade,
The playing of us humans
Only children to their eyes.
~
Reclusive in their spirit,
Living in the shadows
Of the dancing flames
Away from mortal passion
No desire to be burned.
~
Now the ring of power destroyed
Their binds are cut loose
The time that Middle-earth
Graced upon them
Slips away like sand.
~
Fair faces of their people,
Leave these sandy shores
In increasing numbers,
Unlined with age
Burning with sorrow.
~
Watching the shores of their home
Recede into the distance
As they leave their past
Tendrils of grey mist,
Rising from the water.
~
*
~
They were a dream to us
A pastel painting of reality
Their buildings will crumble
Their faces forgotten
They will be lost
~
Lost as we seize our spring,
For no one pauses,
To look behind
To see the autumn leaves fall
We hold no remembrance.
*
*
Authors Note: I wrote this poem in a rather unusual style, I portrayed the elves' reservation to mingle with other races as timidness and did this because this is from a person from a rather shallow non-friendly-towards- elves Gondor or Rohan's point of view and they probably thought that the elves where a little shy or arrogant. So please DON'T TELL ME IN A REVIEW THAT "THIS IS NOT THE ELVES" cause I know that but that's not how everyone in Middle Earth probably thought of them. Well, as always, review anyone?