Beyond Midnight


A cold wind blows on the Hornburg
Night falls like a shroud,
Without a star, without a dawn.

Coughing, crying, whispering
In the darkness.
Will she wait for me?

Mail cold and hard
Steel sharp as grief
Skin like pearl, the scent of lillies.
She'll not wait for one as scarred as me.

The long black line breaking
Like a dirty tide of savagery
On the fortress of restless hope.

A Prince of woodland Elves;
'I am with you! We are with you!'
But will she be still with me?

Send a message to the West
Hold back the night
Fairer ever than the day
Till I catch victory
And place it in her hand.

- Varda