andave_ya
08-06-2007, 02:51 PM
If this is very LOTR-ish, forgive me. I'm going to post it as fanfiction on another website. The first line is actually the title of a song.
There is no light
For the plight of my people.
We are a dying race
Lost in the aeons of Time.
There is none who hear the call of the ages-
The Valley of the Singing Gold is now only a flowering dream.
Beauty wanders dim under the light of the waning stars.
It is a firefly under the canopy of a tree hidden in the vastness of velvet night.
One by one, we have left these shores.
We have crossed the Sundering Seas to enter the Undying Lands.
Until I am left alone, last of my kin.
I stay because I am bound by cords of love
To this world I have walked many ages of men.
Though I know joy awaits across the seas,
Whispers of hope thread through my heart as I watch the dawn.
Yet awhile, I think, before I heed the call of the sea.
Years pass. Dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn.
Long days have I walked on the shore,
Waiting for the coming ship to take me hence.
When it comes, I will be ready.
The day dawns, and with it come cries of birds.
Graceful birds whispering of a ship come.
They come for me!
Awake, o wind!
Bear me far away to where the hosts of the ages dance and laugh together in love!
Awake, o wind!
There is no light
For the plight of my people.
We are a dying race
Lost in the aeons of Time.
There is none who hear the call of the ages-
The Valley of the Singing Gold is now only a flowering dream.
Beauty wanders dim under the light of the waning stars.
It is a firefly under the canopy of a tree hidden in the vastness of velvet night.
One by one, we have left these shores.
We have crossed the Sundering Seas to enter the Undying Lands.
Until I am left alone, last of my kin.
I stay because I am bound by cords of love
To this world I have walked many ages of men.
Though I know joy awaits across the seas,
Whispers of hope thread through my heart as I watch the dawn.
Yet awhile, I think, before I heed the call of the sea.
Years pass. Dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn.
Long days have I walked on the shore,
Waiting for the coming ship to take me hence.
When it comes, I will be ready.
The day dawns, and with it come cries of birds.
Graceful birds whispering of a ship come.
They come for me!
Awake, o wind!
Bear me far away to where the hosts of the ages dance and laugh together in love!
Awake, o wind!