Haunted Melody

How can there be a voice so fair
To echo sorrow as well as joy?
Perhaps you forge not gold with your hands
But create so much more with your song
Never desiring violence, ever peaceful
Ever loyal, ever true
Deeply regretting the actions of kin
Hating yourself for deeds forced on you
What is it that you left behind, artist
Someone who holds you dear and missed?
What is it that you fear more than death
Loneliness, or the ones that abide with you?
The other kindreds have no love for you
They abhor all of the Seven
It is not what you sought in this world
You came to redress that greatest of wrongs
Even now your will for the quest falters
Enough bloodshed seen for a thousand lifetimes
Here you will abide for the rest of your days
Wondering what you could have done with your life
Hands so tender that stroke the harp
Should never have to wield a sword.