The Last Mallorn by Mirach
I saw
A tree stood alone
For him the wind played a song
I know
Wide is its crown
Its roots through centuries strong
I saw
A trunk proud and tall
Like temple-pillars of old
I know
The leaves that don’t fall
But turn to purest of gold
I saw
The sprouting young leaves
Like gems of green light in spring
I know
And then my heart bleeds
A dirge is the song that I sing
I saw
The last Elven tree
Upon this darkened grey shore
I know
Over the wide Sea
They’re gone to return no more…
2 Comments
You have a wonderfully unique style! The words flow very smoothly, and seem so meaningfull! A lovely poem!
This was a very good poem!