Saturday, September 16, 2017

the Lady of the Golden Woods

When Feanor forsook the utmost West
Galadriel came with him, on a lark
Ungoliant had killed Yavanna's best
and even Arda's dreary in the dark.
The Doom of Mandos, and the ice-choked wrack
were nothing to the Noldor in their rage
their oath precluded ever going back
('though she'd get a reprieve in the Fourth Age).
A quest too great to prosecute themselves
might yet prevail, in league with upstart men
a humbling lesson for the haughty elves
was studied age-long in Lothlorien.
An elvish queen, as graceful as she's wise
was more than met an errant Hobbit's eyes.

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