Sorrow fills the empty shores,
By Galadnilien

Sorrow fills the empty shores,
as mist creeps over the autumn fields,
the sun goes down in the Western seas,
and darkness comes on the cool winter fields,

But now rise the stars,
those lamps of Varda,
who now only glitter through the mist,
shrouded by time and memory,

They’ve left the shores
for the swift flowing seas,
like the passing of ages
while they remained.

Beneath the starlit night
the mountains reflected
in the lake of Cuiviénen,
when they were new to the world.

But with the passage of time
and the coming of Man,
Their years grew short,
and now they have passed away,

The spring of the earth is gone
and all that was green
in their light had faded.
The Third Age has ended.

And now winter breaths on
these shores, that will
never again hear their singing,
or the wisdom of their words.

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