Cirdan´s Woe At The Fall Of Gil-galad


long ago I watched him play, watched him run
along the havens windswept shores, and when
the playing had been done I watched him grow
and earn his name of Gil-galad. A king
he did become among his own and I
knew not then that he would reign to be the
last of all that was great and free, in peace.
but hence to battle he did go and led
the great and Last Alliance of Elves and
Men to fight the darkest of all our foes.
now grief is upon me of the deepest
kind and here I am weighed down with heavy
woe to see such might and strength diminished
that bright and radiating silver helm
will never catch the light of stars or sun
will never cast its shining hopeful light
on our people or on this land again
for evil Sauron in defeat and death
has slain our king, The Star of Radiance.
but Ereinion he will always be
playing free on my havens windswept sands

© Carolyn Eddy 2003





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