At Long Last

Softly, softly, she enters his room,

She knows he is going to die,

But she must be strong, and for his sake

She is determined not to cry.

Gently, gently, she whispers sweet words,

Their truth she long has known,

And caught in his gaze, at the ending of time,

She knows that she cannot mourn.

Slowly, slowly, he raises his hand,

And she kisses it once – then again,

She does not want his life to end,

This valiant king of Men.

Quietly, quietly, she sits by his side,

As he falls into peaceful sleep,

Her eyes are bright with unshed tears,

For she has not the strength to weep.

Sadly, sadly, she says her goodbyes,

As she leaves everything behind,

But thoughts of her children – and of him - 

Forever prey on her mind.

To Cerin Amroth she came at last,

In those far-off days of yore,

She laid herself down, with a long, sad sigh,

And came into tales no more.