Legolas' Lament                       


Once I’ve wandered
through greenleaved Mirkwood
blithe and innocent
as a morning in spring.
My eyes beheld beauty
in all the things around me.

I knew nothing
of evil and danger then -

those were words
out of ancient songs.


Beyond men’s memory

these days have passed.
My eyes have seen

darkness and shadow since,
my fingers bent
the bowstring
far too many times -
my arrows
never go astray.
Death and destruction
have become too familiar.

Too many tears
have I seen falling
from my companions’ eyes
mourning the loss
of beloved friends.
I’m supposed to be
immortal
unless I’m slain.
But something
within my heart
has already
died.
 

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