A poem inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's story of Beren and LĂșthien. |
I woke to an enchanting voice distant under leaf of tree singing sadly to the stars so lovely it enchanted me I rose slowly from my bed darkness veiled my weary eyes softly opened up my window and watched the moon rise The voice was drawing nearer now a desire filled my heart and mind quietly went down the stairs hoping that the voice, I'd find My bare feet met the moistened grass and I wandered off into the wood following that voice far-off to find the singer, if I could With each step I took the voice was stronger drawn into a web of spell I saw him in a grassy clearing sitting by a dried-up well Very tall he was, and fair his hair darker than the darkest night eyes brighter than the stars from him came pale silver light His voice was gentler than an angel's sweet and soft and so intense deprived of will I stood and listened to his spell was no defense He sang of ages long forgotten of a shadow and a fear of evil that brought many sorrows and the loss of one so dear He sang of her and called her name and a vision came to me of two lovers in a distant past fate did not then let them be Long ago they perished separated by ill chance he was mourning for her loss wishing more than brief romance Still he sings, I heard his call I understand its meaning now and as I listen I remember long ago I made a vow When hope is new and all is healed and there is nothing left to fear sing of us, then call my name and wait for me, I will be here ~*~ I originally wrote this somewhere back in 2003. It has since been posted online in various places, and has been edited, tweaked and butchered more times than I care to remember. This is the latest version. |