Wanderer - for Legolas
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written_leavesAlone amidst many, yet surrounded I am
A brief, introspective piece for Legolas with an autumn theme - so far from his own forests and people, watching the brief, bright lives of mortals swirling past as leaves in the changing seasons.
Wanderer
Wandering through these foreign fields,
So far from my people's distant land;
Alone amidst many, yet surrounded I am.
Men, golden as leaves, how they furl and fade;
They fall to the ground and are swept away.
None here find rest midst long, waking dreams,
The seabirds call will not rend their heart;
They are not for these
But mine.
Moving among them; how they whirl and fall!
So soon forgetting once they have wept.
Their turning years slip so swiftly by
Past my people that stand as trees through time -
They whisper, like drifts a storm has swept.
Brief candles, no ages for forest speech;
The deep-scented depths of wood, of time;
They are not for these
But mine.
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A brief, introspective piece for Legolas with an autumn theme - so far from his own forests and people, watching the brief, bright lives of mortals swirling past as leaves in the changing seasons.
Wanderer
Wandering through these foreign fields,
So far from my people's distant land;
Alone amidst many, yet surrounded I am.
Men, golden as leaves, how they furl and fade;
They fall to the ground and are swept away.
None here find rest midst long, waking dreams,
The seabirds call will not rend their heart;
They are not for these
But mine.
Moving among them; how they whirl and fall!
So soon forgetting once they have wept.
Their turning years slip so swiftly by
Past my people that stand as trees through time -
They whisper, like drifts a storm has swept.
Brief candles, no ages for forest speech;
The deep-scented depths of wood, of time;
They are not for these
But mine.
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