The Last Journey

Like a lonely rivulet of tears
A sad procession winds its way along
Through trees and swirling mist the line appears
No tinkling laugh, no voice in song
Breaks the heavy silence as they walk
Leaving far behind this land of wrong
Into view comes sea and towering rock
Haven and beginning of the light
Glinting like a long-forgotten loch
Even through the shrouding veils of night
Mithlond shimmers with a silver sheen
As the Firstborn Elves pass out of sight
The white-prowed Elven ships depart unseen
Sailing to immortal Valimar
Leaving crested waves to wash shores clean
Of blood that mortal Men have spread too far
For Elves now seek another distant quest
Following Eärendil’s mighty star