The Last March of the Elves

Cloaks of sapphire
Like a cloudless night
Brilliant stars
Set deep within their hearts
A light burns
Like a thousand diamonds
In their midnight eyes
Caught and flung
Upon their raiment
To burn like the gems
Of Elbereth
Deathless host
Honor a dead alliance
That will bring them death
One cloak of crimson
To cover all
The last march
Of the Elves.

- Elvellon Ringsbane