Song of Lament
(Elrénia’s Song)
Over the mountains
From the sea
The land stretched out
Too far to see
The land runs red
The enemy bold
Twas all proclaimed,
Prophesies old.
The sky does cry
Its tears rain down
Falls on the dead
Lying on the ground
Its sorrow soothes
Down from above
Cov’ring the lost
The ones I love
Weep not for me
Always I’ve known
I’ll sacrifice
My life, my own
I’ll never see
My sons again
They lie beneath
The Sylvan glen
Now rest, my love
Your pain is stayed
Your sleeping place
A stone-cold grave
The peoples freed
They count the lost
Evil repelled
But, what a cost!
Back to the west
My pain I flee
The price too great
It wears on me
Immortal love
I’ve never sought
I now will die
My chosen lot
Now hie away
The gray boats sail
I grasp for peace
But to no avail
The only thing
Can mend my heart
To know in death
We’ll never part.
© 2004 Rheeta-Lou ‘Rous’ Roepke
12/2003
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A Changing of the Guard
The Leave-taking
Across the Sylvan plains,
Through the Golden Woods,
The water trickles sweetly.
Grasses in the wind,
Leaves shake in the trees,
Whispers sounds repeatedly.
The sun shines so bright,
The rain falls so cool,
Refreshing all the earth.
It restores the life,
Brings it back again,
The miracle of birth.
Birds fly in the sky,
Horses run the plains,
The pulse runs through the land.
Darkness known so long,
Now but memory,
Disappeared like shifting sand.
An age now has gone.
The time now arrived,
A changing of the guard.
The transient trudge towards home.
The native hold their breath,
The leaving found too hard.
For there is still much for them to do.
They find many reasons to tarry.
The pull of the land is much
Too great,
They hesitate.
They will not leave,
They hesitate.
Choices mulled and made.
Lines of decision drawn.
Divide who stay and go.
Shattered lives are left.
Chaff across the land.
The bitterness is all they know.
The guardians will remain.
Let them who will go forth,
They never really were here.
A stepping-stone until
They returned back home,
Wave goodbye and shed a tear.
Understanding not
The driving force behind
The ones who feel they must leave.
Those who choose to stay
Never will forget,
An endless lifetime left to grieve.
Waves crash on the sand.
Wind whips through the hair.
The voices rise in song.
Without backward thought,
For who would remain,
They only know for what they long.
© 2004 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
03-13-04 Friday
If you are not familiar with Tolkien's work, he wrote
about a world that existed before ours. It was filled with Men, Elves,
Dwarves and Hobbits. Basic good vs evil story. This song was inspired
by the aftermath of the War of the Ring and the final departure of the
Elves; some leave and some stay. It can apply to many times and
topics. It is based on a tune called Fields of Gold. You can find it at
http://www.llyric11.angelcities.com/FaeMid/fieldsofgold.mid
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