Post by Saelia yni Lunatil on Mar 16, 2006 1:08:23 GMT -5
A proclamation of undying truth, an ode to all my reason, a vow of solemnity upheld, and loving without season:
The fruit that bore the golden Sun, and the flower of the Moon, the Guardians who failed their task, the blasphemies that, lawless, won, the splendor of this verdant land- all testimonies to the One. Yet within the gates of Tirion, of Eldamar the grand, there lies no Elven lord, nor God, worthy of my hand. Caliquendi, Moriquendi, no claim they hold 'pon me, no immortal breath shall draw mine air, nor lay its charm 'pon me. The powers, many, of Elfinesse cannot prevent the love, nor impart a mighty sundering of the gifting from above! Tho' woe and spurn may fall to me, I shall not curse his name- I, irreverent and hopeful -abandon foresight’s shame! I shall not mar the doom we bear within our lovers’ weird! For my fey heart has room, alone, for my beloved- Beren! Who, through his love-worn struggle, won deed to my proud soul, and thus my life- through forfeiture -has earned for mortal score.
The fruit that bore the golden Sun, and the flower of the Moon, the Guardians who failed their task, the blasphemies that, lawless, won, the splendor of this verdant land- all testimonies to the One. Yet within the gates of Tirion, of Eldamar the grand, there lies no Elven lord, nor God, worthy of my hand. Caliquendi, Moriquendi, no claim they hold 'pon me, no immortal breath shall draw mine air, nor lay its charm 'pon me. The powers, many, of Elfinesse cannot prevent the love, nor impart a mighty sundering of the gifting from above! Tho' woe and spurn may fall to me, I shall not curse his name- I, irreverent and hopeful -abandon foresight’s shame! I shall not mar the doom we bear within our lovers’ weird! For my fey heart has room, alone, for my beloved- Beren! Who, through his love-worn struggle, won deed to my proud soul, and thus my life- through forfeiture -has earned for mortal score.
