The Red Book II


Too early for good morrow
Too late for good night
This page is an island
The last of the light

Far away beyond Hobbiton
A hunting owl flies
And fighting or fleeing
Some tiny life dies

So once was I hunted
So once was I caught
No more happy journeys
Or the home that I sought

Spend ink like blood, wisely
Remember my fate
The page is a testament
Beyond love or hate.

The echo of darkness
No dreams wash away
This Book is my sanctuary
Till the return of day.
- Varda