Disclaimer: I didn't come up with Elves or anything...........J.R.R Tolkin
should take the credit.
Just a little poem thing I wrote................Enjoy.
We live forever.
Nothing can break our love for those good.
We bring hope to those without.
Our voices calm even the most worried of people.
Our eyes are deep and bright, full of wisdom from centuries past
We hear the distant rush of the wind, newborn laughter, echoes of screams, the crying gulls.
Our grace is the mists slowly rolling over the hills.
Our beauty is that of the enchanting sky.
Our loyalty is as strong as the boulder that will not move.
We do not know the meaning of betrayal.
We are the dearest of friends.
We are the strongest of allies.
Our passion for life is undescribable.
We are the evening stars.
We are the morning dew.
Our lives are filled with hope and love and joy.
But we suffer too.
Our loved ones come and go.
They slowly die before our very eyes.
There are those who shed tears over death.
We shed no tears.
But slowly inside we begin the die.
Piece by piece we begin to crumble.
The light slowly begins to ebb.
Our hearts shatter with the pain and we slowly sucumb into our own darkness .
None shall see our light again.
In time our immortality becomes a burden upon our hearts.
That is unless we go another way.
For say the arrow or the blade slices and becomes one with our body and we know no more.
For some when it the time to go, the gulls cry beckons us.
To the gray havens we leave with but a memory left behind.
Our time has come and passed.
No longer will the forest feel our presence.
The wind carry our songs.
Hear the whistle of our bows.
Feel our everlasting love.
Lasto beth nin......do not forget us.
We have seen so much.
Our eyes, bright with life, love for many who are only with us now in memory.
We shall never see them again.
We are the immortal.
We live forever.
But our time is over.
Will we be forgotten?
Our time is over.
We leave with the setting sun.
But we shall not rise with it.
Our time is over.
The time for man has come.
The Elves are leaving these shores.
Will we be forgotten?
Just a little poem thing I wrote................Enjoy.
We live forever.
Nothing can break our love for those good.
We bring hope to those without.
Our voices calm even the most worried of people.
Our eyes are deep and bright, full of wisdom from centuries past
We hear the distant rush of the wind, newborn laughter, echoes of screams, the crying gulls.
Our grace is the mists slowly rolling over the hills.
Our beauty is that of the enchanting sky.
Our loyalty is as strong as the boulder that will not move.
We do not know the meaning of betrayal.
We are the dearest of friends.
We are the strongest of allies.
Our passion for life is undescribable.
We are the evening stars.
We are the morning dew.
Our lives are filled with hope and love and joy.
But we suffer too.
Our loved ones come and go.
They slowly die before our very eyes.
There are those who shed tears over death.
We shed no tears.
But slowly inside we begin the die.
Piece by piece we begin to crumble.
The light slowly begins to ebb.
Our hearts shatter with the pain and we slowly sucumb into our own darkness .
None shall see our light again.
In time our immortality becomes a burden upon our hearts.
That is unless we go another way.
For say the arrow or the blade slices and becomes one with our body and we know no more.
For some when it the time to go, the gulls cry beckons us.
To the gray havens we leave with but a memory left behind.
Our time has come and passed.
No longer will the forest feel our presence.
The wind carry our songs.
Hear the whistle of our bows.
Feel our everlasting love.
Lasto beth nin......do not forget us.
We have seen so much.
Our eyes, bright with life, love for many who are only with us now in memory.
We shall never see them again.
We are the immortal.
We live forever.
But our time is over.
Will we be forgotten?
Our time is over.
We leave with the setting sun.
But we shall not rise with it.
Our time is over.
The time for man has come.
The Elves are leaving these shores.
Will we be forgotten?
