Elentari
January 18th,2003, 03:48 AM
"In days of old, my people stood beside the King of Gondor - we come to honor that allegiance" - Haldir of Lorien
The Last Fair Warrior
He knows he must be here;
fealty calls him.
He has left the golden, fading forest lying far behind-
yet ever in his heart.
He has come to defend his Lady; his world...
and that which lies beyond forever.
As the last fair warrior draws his sword and strings his bow
he'll never know
what might have waited there for him
upon that woodland path not tread.
Instead, encroaching fear and darkness faced;
held, for a time, at bay - by a brother's glad greeting,
or by a friend's warm embrace:
The light within his face
waxes bright and strong as darkness approaches.....
~~~~~
At last, with cries of rage they come......and come...
With ringing echo there, first clash!
the warrior presses on.
In heat of battle swift and sure his strokes they fall -
as do his brethren, felled from eternity
to lie upon the earth in silence deep....and all too soon,
this last fair warrior falls...
The lights of Elbereth within his face are dimmed,
yet wait: the Kindler comes!
She will not suffer the loss of these fair ones-
Iluvatar cannot forsake his Children now!
One searing moment, swiftly passing, then
all pain is gone - the din of battle fades.
The warrior rises up amongst his kin,
their progress hidden from the sight of Men...
Clad in shimmering gossamer they in wonder tread
with silent feet upon the starlit stair;
Tintalle's starlight fades as another light grows;
the wanderers approach their journey's end.
Exquisite brightness - there within the Secret Fire
waits Iluvatar to welcome his Children Home!
~
The Last Fair Warrior
He knows he must be here;
fealty calls him.
He has left the golden, fading forest lying far behind-
yet ever in his heart.
He has come to defend his Lady; his world...
and that which lies beyond forever.
As the last fair warrior draws his sword and strings his bow
he'll never know
what might have waited there for him
upon that woodland path not tread.
Instead, encroaching fear and darkness faced;
held, for a time, at bay - by a brother's glad greeting,
or by a friend's warm embrace:
The light within his face
waxes bright and strong as darkness approaches.....
~~~~~
At last, with cries of rage they come......and come...
With ringing echo there, first clash!
the warrior presses on.
In heat of battle swift and sure his strokes they fall -
as do his brethren, felled from eternity
to lie upon the earth in silence deep....and all too soon,
this last fair warrior falls...
The lights of Elbereth within his face are dimmed,
yet wait: the Kindler comes!
She will not suffer the loss of these fair ones-
Iluvatar cannot forsake his Children now!
One searing moment, swiftly passing, then
all pain is gone - the din of battle fades.
The warrior rises up amongst his kin,
their progress hidden from the sight of Men...
Clad in shimmering gossamer they in wonder tread
with silent feet upon the starlit stair;
Tintalle's starlight fades as another light grows;
the wanderers approach their journey's end.
Exquisite brightness - there within the Secret Fire
waits Iluvatar to welcome his Children Home!
~