Arwen Alone
Of Silver lies,
Of Ebony tears,
Of people dieing beneath the skies,
Of sorrowing, endless fears.
Scarlet blood upon the floor,
Death upon her throne,
Never to go to the Western Shore,
Arwen Undomiel is alone.
Love is gone,
Hope has died,
Sorrow has dawn'd,
But to this world she's tied.
The King has failed,
Her children weep,
Yet why has nothing ailed
Minas Tirith, the Gondor Keep?
Life goes on,
Old wounds mend,
And her life still has drawn,
To a heart-broken end.
She cannot live without her Estel,
Nor can she see the ocean's foam,
She will die, like the Kestrel,
Upon her heart's true home.
The Land of the Golden Trees calls,
For its last true daughter.
What will she say when shadow falls,
In the realm of Laurelindomier?
She lays upon Cerin Amroth,
Weeping for what she's lost,
As the moon calls to the flitting moth,
She slips into the Halls of Mandos.
Eternity awaits
A/N: Yes, I'm aware that Aragorn didn't die a bloody death. The 'scarlet blood upon the floor/Death upon her throne' refers to all those that have died in service to those that sat upon it.
'Laurelindomier' translates (Almost) the same as 'Laurelindorinan'.
For the record, I am not fond of Arwen. Quite the opposite. The only reason I write so much about her is that she's such a tragic figure. If you want to argue with that, I would be more then happy to.
Namárië,
Nallasariel the Weeper