Revised from three years ago, but still sucky. WHY CAN'T I RHYME!!
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Lólindir the high elven king
Sweet words he whispered to his dove –
Eärwen dancing along the river spring.
Clad in golden raiment shimmering love,
Together they lingered amidst evergreen
Free from fears and rues starshines lay.
Alas, a cold morn's foe slew Eärwen unseen
Satin sorrow and summer warmth passing away.
Beside the river's fair maiden Lólindir stood tall
Springing forth a bitter noble sword –
A battle royal ere the nightfall.
Kingly breaths bartered for a grim lord
Summery deaths sod in a night field's memoir;
Dying loves sealed in a parting pearly star.
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