Bright eyed the man, in new dawned age,
To tower tall, he turns his gaze,
And wonders if, days glory gone,
Shall rise as sun, where long it shone,
On silent white and waiting walls,
Where time has bowed the vaulted halls.
“You Eldar fair, your ancient halls
Will you once more build tall?
Will Elvish horns, in valleys ring?
Your shields strong, your swords now sing?
Now darkness gone your ancient claims,
Shine forth now bright, in hope regained?”
Then thought I heard the seagull cry,
The wind remembering sigh,
As raging rose the crashing sea,
In fierce cacophony.
Long ages past the sea it claimed,
The brilliant cups and gleaming days.
By cunning craft we thought to stall,
The creeping tide that then we saw,
But rising ever rising slow,
Engulfed in time’s unceasing flow,
And fading grey this world bent,
This land where long my labour spent.
