Lament For The Prince Of Mirkwood

Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood,

Eyes so blue, pure as his soul,

Still I see them twinkling kindly,

Smiling from my grieving tears,

Brave and valiant and true,

Was Legolas of Mirkwood,

Yet his radiance was cloaked,

In darkness of the deepest night,

Forced into mortality,

With the mocking shadow of death,

Looming over him, beckoning, calling,

Promising fears and terrors unknown,

Shattered in regret, my heart,

Sorrow, pain and aching love,

A shard of his sweet face is caught there,

But a memory of what once was,

Oh Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood,

Your gift of life is but a curse,

Your voice I pine to hear once more,

Yet it ignores my desperate pleas,

The injustice, biting at my mind,

That you should die and I should live,

Forever tainted, pained regret,

The scars of loss etched into my face,

But when I listen to the songs of the trees,

The woods, the stars, the whispering winds,

I hear your voice comforting me,

Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood.