A Song For The Sons of Fëanor


Born under a dark star
Ravens in paradise
Hungry for endless,
And earthly delights.
No surrender, no
Looking back, we
Stole the stars but now
Possess only the night.

Over the high pass
The shepherd brings the flock
Safe from wolf and fox.
And ancient evil.
Pray we are forgotten
Or if remembered, that
We burned too brightly.
Too dangerous to love.

Light fails in the West
And everything dies,
Good or ill, falling into winter.
Luthien’s song
Is only a legend, Morgoth
A night without dawn.
Earth’s captivity,
Or heaven’s bliss
Or nothing at all.


- Varda