Elentari
August 25th,2002, 09:40 PM
The Fall
Weep for Middle earth
all ye who dwell therein
Your world diminished evermore
for all it's glory's dimmed.
Both land and sea Illuvatar
has made again anew
Fair Valinor and Elvenhome
forever hid from view.
Full nine and thirty days
of Middle earth did pass, and then
Upon the Land of Gift Illuvatar did lay
in judgement swift, that darkest hour of men.
From Meneltarma raining fire
came falling from the sky
Amid the storm of earth and sea
The Land of Gift would die.
Never to be seen again
this once-fair land of mortal men
Three ships only, blown far away
saved from disaster on that day.
No tower stood; no garden flowered
in that twisted, deadly hour
Light and laughter forever stilled
the blood of maidens and children spilled.
And as the mounting wave did foam
upon the Meneltarma thrown
There climbing, forlorn and alone
the brightest jewel this land had known.
Fair Queen of Grace, Tar-Miriel
upon the Meneltarma fell
No sanctuary could she gain upon that high and holy place,
instead,the rushing wave did quench the radiant light within her face.
As lost within
the screaming tumult there
Was swallowed by the raging winds
her final, desperate prayer.
Weep for Middle earth
all ye who dwell therein
Your world diminished evermore
for all it's glory's dimmed.
Both land and sea Illuvatar
has made again anew
Fair Valinor and Elvenhome
forever hid from view.
Full nine and thirty days
of Middle earth did pass, and then
Upon the Land of Gift Illuvatar did lay
in judgement swift, that darkest hour of men.
From Meneltarma raining fire
came falling from the sky
Amid the storm of earth and sea
The Land of Gift would die.
Never to be seen again
this once-fair land of mortal men
Three ships only, blown far away
saved from disaster on that day.
No tower stood; no garden flowered
in that twisted, deadly hour
Light and laughter forever stilled
the blood of maidens and children spilled.
And as the mounting wave did foam
upon the Meneltarma thrown
There climbing, forlorn and alone
the brightest jewel this land had known.
Fair Queen of Grace, Tar-Miriel
upon the Meneltarma fell
No sanctuary could she gain upon that high and holy place,
instead,the rushing wave did quench the radiant light within her face.
As lost within
the screaming tumult there
Was swallowed by the raging winds
her final, desperate prayer.