Post by Admin on Nov 1, 2024 18:14:44 GMT
TITLE: Arwen's Lament
RATING: K
SUMMARY: Arwen comes to realise the truth behind her choice. A short poem.
Arwen’s Lament
Amongst these cold forbidding stones
My heart flies from its breast
I begged that you delay this hour
Yet knew ‘twas for the best
Our son is grown and ready now
To take the mantle on
And I could see the weariness
Writ in your ageing form
‘tis only now I come to see
The truth so long denied
That father tried to warn me of
But in my pride decried
For truly did I not discern
Just what my fate would be
How I would linger here in pain
Whilst your soul travelled free
I must away from where you lay
Your cold, unmoving form
Brings naught but sorrow now my love
An anguished, biting storm.
This gift of freedom from the world
Feels cruel and severe
Yet I did choose it willingly
My heart to yours adhered
And even now the time has come
I would not change a thing
Except perhaps to beg you stay
For just another Spring.
But now our story is complete
I too shall seek some rest
Where fading mallorn still remain
For I can not go west
So there in peace I will decline
Until long life is through
And memories begun to fade
As mortal thoughts will do
Our names will pass to naught but myth
As time wends on its way
And fables only all those deeds
Which kept Sauron at bay.
In time I know we will rejoin
But until then my love
I shall remain a broken shell
Within forgotten grove
RATING: K
SUMMARY: Arwen comes to realise the truth behind her choice. A short poem.
Arwen’s Lament
Amongst these cold forbidding stones
My heart flies from its breast
I begged that you delay this hour
Yet knew ‘twas for the best
Our son is grown and ready now
To take the mantle on
And I could see the weariness
Writ in your ageing form
‘tis only now I come to see
The truth so long denied
That father tried to warn me of
But in my pride decried
For truly did I not discern
Just what my fate would be
How I would linger here in pain
Whilst your soul travelled free
I must away from where you lay
Your cold, unmoving form
Brings naught but sorrow now my love
An anguished, biting storm.
This gift of freedom from the world
Feels cruel and severe
Yet I did choose it willingly
My heart to yours adhered
And even now the time has come
I would not change a thing
Except perhaps to beg you stay
For just another Spring.
But now our story is complete
I too shall seek some rest
Where fading mallorn still remain
For I can not go west
So there in peace I will decline
Until long life is through
And memories begun to fade
As mortal thoughts will do
Our names will pass to naught but myth
As time wends on its way
And fables only all those deeds
Which kept Sauron at bay.
In time I know we will rejoin
But until then my love
I shall remain a broken shell
Within forgotten grove