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Voices of Middle-Earth  by Armariel

~*~Elrond's Farewell~*~

You dance tall in a shaft of joy
that magnifies your beauty
thousandfold, your bridal gems
as dewdrops on a glowing rose
taking voices in the concord
of your light. You hover
as a single planet that stars
scarcely dare approach
and I can but engrave the image
upon the stark and aching
vessel that is my heart,
to preserve it through
countless ages bereft
of your motion and bliss.

Newborn, you emerged
as the glimmer of a perfect eon;
at your first smile I saw
the spark of infinity
and careless majesty
and ineffable longing
in your star-stippled eyes
but also a universe of blades
piercing my fatherhood
for the duration of my breathing.
My heart was a fragile pitcher
balanced on your shoulder
as you whirled and capered
in your maiden dance, holding
it with negligent tenderness until
another came and took your hand
then finally unwilling
you let me fall
as I always knew I should. 
And now we part for eternity,
and all I have left
is the painted glory
and the small solace
of your happiness
to hold in my damaged arms.

So must it ever be, as you
will learn for yourself, my daughter;
although I would have spared you,
you would have none.  Your feet
now bleed as they step
on my shards, yet your dance
goes on, as I would have it so
as long as it may.  Each piece
glows with pride in your courage,
yet burns with the knowledge
that someday you will be
as I am now, lying shattered
in the intricate wake
of heedless feet above you.





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