Road to Cerin Amroth

- Beruthiel

The golden leaves float out to sea
A stream of swan prowed boats.
I pick one up and name it kissed
From lonely daughter, to a father missed.

Stars trembling on dark lash, fall free
A dew of silver notes.
And up the slope to keep our tryst
Ever searching eyes, tug at empty mist.

Again we stood there tangled in a dream
Heart's tolling frozen to our throats
Ahead black shades that mocked and hissed
Around us Rings of Flower twist

                                                       



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