Midwood in autumn moon

Dawning upon silver dewshimmering like fireflies

And golden leaves from up highstriding up to me

The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls and palest

Whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds

Sung by flutes of ivorynotes soar round the elder treestairs

Ascending to far up highwhere golden leaves kiss the sky

The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls

And palest whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds

She is the queen of her kind

For the longest time we expected you

Ilamrion Islander

Your story planted with the very seeds of

Val'inthor

On our journey

I answered you with only silence

For the ever present shadow scoured the valleys and moors

Asking your name

Man will rise as one under the

First-born's law unholy war brings to demise to elf and dwarf

Second-born from the shores beyond in his sacrifice a prophecy is undone

When night retrests

Thousands have fallen on ivory ground

Dragon Son there can be only one

The lady of goldenwoodwith words of death and palest gloom

And now as

I leave her behind

She remains in my mind