Fading Lórien

This land of undying fair, hath seen its final summer
And spring but a distant memory.
Fair niphredil is scarce beheld, and elanor a fading bloom.
Clear Nimrodel doust cease to flow and white mallorn shimmer no longer
Lord and Lady dwell not here and fair elvish voices sing no more.
The wind blows through silent bough and leaves of gold fall unrecieved.
There now lies her green grave, in abandoned realm of Lorien.
Oh Laurelindorenan!
No more! No more!
East of the Sea.

                                                            - Arien Elensar

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