Silver wings and golden mane
Sound on thunder and heavy rain
A flaming lake upon his wake
His trademark made on ail and pain
On torment he whispers, a sound of life
Now he's dancing on edge of knife
A balance is firm, he cannot return
To his home because of inner strife
He cannot say what is right and wrong
His voice is spoken in mournful song
Dark is the night and constant his fight
To the one he devoted his heart belong
But he was tricked, stabbing his back
Dagger of treason, his vision's now black
His sight can't he find, forever he's blind
The king is kneeling for death to attack
Yet he is spared and eyes return
His destiny's not to be twisted and turn
He walks his path, intense is his wrath
Vengeful he is, for his foes they shalt burn
His eyes are fixed on orcish kind
The ones who wrought the death to his mind
But now it is clear, and so they shalt fear
The elven king, their deaths will he find
A blade of silver, and beryl the grip
Into dark void does the orcish men slip
They fall into black, not to come back
On blade the black blood of orcs does drip
Towards the blade, his heart does walk
The death is seen, on him it shan't stalk
His body is pierced, the end of his years
Soon he has gone to unite with his folk
The elves they mourn their king on his grave
He battled alone, as his soul was so brave
That the hope was lit, on the throne he sit
In the land of the fallen, that no one can save
By: Allindir