1. Maglor's last word
Like an outworn book, my own breast is torn,
On scales there 're too many victories and losses,
For the Court to appraise our unfinished work.
Up to elbow in blood, up to knees in the slough,
We were tearing the fetters, would dig into lips, -
In the name of single - but Triumphant - Love!
So the heart does embrace the steel, striking deep,
So of ashes up rise souls of flame-feathered birds,
So the star named Wormwood arouses the dead.
We're parted by the Naught . I beg pardon of yours.
On a letterless leaf the candle has melted .
Only Sea is so quiet as a welcoming home,
That will condone to you any sins, any crimes.
Listen! - gulls are singing in mist over foam,
Keeping on the poem from last broken lines.
We'll return - sometime - back to my Blessed Realm
One who swore must keep it up to his final moan,
We'll be back - in a rain, in starlight, in a dream -
Oh my care-worn brother, we'll come back to the Home!
I believe the Law will not be so blind
At the shore overseas, in my immortal lands.
But this flame saved from Darkness has turned too bright
For exhausted eyes and for your singed hands.
Dear, my way is behind. I've just stepped to the tide.
We're forgotten in ages that follow after us.
But it won't make this dolorous song to be light,
Never lighter, if you hold the Star in your palms.
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