Not been posing here for quite I while but here I am again. :-)
Oh, I thought I had posted this one a long time ago, but seemingly I didn´t shrug Well, hope you like it and drop me a line or two ;-)
Nili
THE SEAGULLS´ SONG
Oh tell me, ye seagulls what happened to thy song?
Why are your calls so sad, when they once were so strong?
And why don´t you sing no more, where is the bliss
Of your happy clear voices? Has it gone amiss?
Oh traveller, unknowing thou hearest our mourn
On the sailors who lost their lives when sword were torn.
Even here in this realm, for malice and fear
Has betrayeth the Elvenlords, yes even here.
But tell, oh seagulls, for how could this be?
For the Elves of this country have always been free?
They were happy and strong, and no weapons they made.
They had only swift bows, they never forged a blade.
Yes traveller, easy heart so it had been
Ere the lights of the trees could no longer be seen.
Ere the dark Lord corrupted the fireelfs mind.
Ere he fled into darkness not easy to find.
Oh seagulls whose wings match the winds of the sea
Please tell me how those evil things came to be.
For never this place has seen things which were ill
Never has there been murder or treachery still.
Oh traveller, questions like these make us cry
For it was a kinslaying that made all those die.
Elves were slain by their brethren when fell deeds awoke
and Feanor Elvenprince made the first stroke.
Indeed what you say sounds like evil had come
To the beautyful sites of the fair Elvenhome.
And now that I can hear thee I can see thy grief
For the deeds which have happened do pass my belief.
Yes traveller, heavy are hearts and are minds
They can´t forget these things, our grief makes us blind.
For we loved these Eldarin and they were our kin.
Ere their lifes now were taken by this evil sin.
O seagulls, mourners, thou hearest no more
The calls of sweet Elventongues here on this shore
Nor in starlight or sparkles of blistening sea
Will thou see all those slain which once used to be free.
Yes traveller this is a tale full of mourn
And a fell oath made be that the Elves´ swords were torn.
So take care for the enimies lies are at hand,
Even here, in this fair, in this wonderful land...