Dénië Tilionello,
The Lament of Tilion
By Tark's Work

Elves and Men
Sing of love
As 'twere a blaze
That smolders
That burns
That threatens to raze.
Unbidden, destroying
Reason
Content
Control
All dissent
Caution
Scruples
Patience
All else.

But 'tis not
Their fate or lot
To know
Just how
True they speak.
My love is a Fire
A blinding inferno
A relentless flame
A Maia's bane.
Unapproachable
Scorching
Consuming
Blazing
Calling
Summoning
Me.
Arien, Arien!
You flee.
I laugh
Bitterly.
Thou art
The only
Coy fire.
Must you
Also be
My only
Desire?
Arien.
I
Approach.
Pitiless
Flame!
You
Scorch.
Arien! Arien! Arien! Arien!
'Tis a vain chase
Yet
You lead me on,
Merciless! I cannot forget
Your fiery embrace.
Who might have thought
Tilion would be brought
To this?
Longing for
Living only to
Obtain one more
Searing kiss?
Oh! Radiant Arien!
Fire-golden!
My heart inflames!
Blazing splendor!
Culúrien's fruit
Now alights
On Aman's shore.
Oh, unveiled flame!
Tarry! Tarry!
Vása, do not carry
Arien away!
Pure, unassailable fire maiden
Siren irresistible!
Do not leave me laden
Heavy with dismay!
How is that
You guide the Sun
So faithfully
But beckon me
My way
To shun
And follow thee,
Astray?
Cruelly
You scorn my plea.
And dip below
Where even Arien's fire
Cannot glow.
I follow
As is my doom
Forever.
Unattainable quarry
A hunter seeks thee
Waywardly.