This poem was inspired by the end of "The tale of Aragorn and Arwen" all the credit goes to Mr. Tolkien.
I wrote this poem to fit in with my story "Breath of Midnight" but after I wrote it I say that it could stand on it's own without the story, so I posted it. It will still be in an up coming chapter, I just wanted to post a poem for once!
The Lady of Cerin Amroth.
Who is the maid that dwells in the dusk?
Once mighty and fair, but now cold and grey
like winter with out a star, night without a day.
She sits alone among the fading trees,
whilst the Mallorn leaves are falling.
Spring is long over, and winter is now calling.
She lays down upon her grave so green.
There to remain until the world is lost,
and all the flowers of the west are covered with frost.
Namaarie Undomiel.
Quel esta Arwen Evenstar.
The beauty of thy life, not even death shall mar.
Thank you for reading!!!