Enchanted

[Psimon]

Enchanted

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What sorrow in the blackest night

could break apart the chain

that binds me to heartless sight

and cuts me deep again.

 

In twilight hours the shadows come,

sweet visions of my end.

To lift my eyes to silver tome

'pon which my soul depends.

 

The silence of forgotten worlds,

remembrance past and gone.

Winds swirl stark banner left unfurled

Soft lullaby, hell spawned.

 

Forest hymns drift slowly down

from dappled leaves, enthralled.

Give substance to ethereal crown

to which no heir is called.

 

Euphoria of wisdom spent

in search of worthy cause

holds fast to madness that was meant

to keep fate from what was.

[Peredhil]

This reads like the prologue to a weary warrior's tale

The fulsome fighter's plea

It's not the bright shining bardic lies

Told bairn on bended knee.

 

It reeks of real, the pain, fatigue

Which perhaps was the plan?

The last two lines when read aloud

For me just didn't scan...