The Elves of Middle Earth

by arwen88

MaThey loved the earth,
They loved the sky,
They were forever, not to die,
Lest the blade, or great sadness find,
They were ever present, body and mind.

They danced and sung,
Sweet word was ever on tongue,
Hand on harp, beauty in thought,
Light of the stars their eyes caught.

Trees awoken by their hand,
Their passing was remembered by the land,
So full of wonder for all,
They saw the world before its fall.

Darkness came, killed and ravaged,
Their sweet and beautiful place,
Among them their kin were caged,
Turned to the foul, black hearted orc race.

They fought the losing war,
For this land they swore,
Blade worked, for they were skilled,
Many on both sides were killed,
But this was a losing war.

Their race is now dying,
Kin all but gone,
Sadness in their hearts, trying to defy,
Heavy are their once light steps in this place they live on.

They pass into the Undying Lands,
Some stay,
For their hearts this Middle Earth holds sway,
But most pass,
Like the sands in the hourglass.

The land still remembers them,
Though dim is it's recollection,
Fair they were, even upon reflection.