Idril's Lament For Gondolin

- Laurwen

Oh lovely towers
And gracefull bowers
Made of whitest stone
Against all mighty cities,
You yourself stood alone
Strong and clear
I held so dear
Silver trumpets calling me home
Our fortress long stood against
The place where shadows roam
But all things must have an end
And our trumpets no longer send
The warning to stay away
Oh Gondolin! My heart and home,
Stands no more this day!