Twice Beloved - Ainur

I’ll have you walking straight into my trap

And I will welcome you into my sphere

You’ll stare into my eyes and be my slave

Desert the unmanned bulwarks of your will

Empty yourself till I have had my fill

She will tread long roads of greyness

In a land of hazy remains

From the palaces of greatness

To the mesh of unlighted lanes

Listen for her steps

Over the moor

Call that is not heard

Distant contour

He came in the wan year of lamentation

Dispossessed inheritor of his lot

Somberness and grimness upon his features

He was just a pawn

In the mirror of remembrance

All is blurred in nebolous doubt

She will walk alone

Where all things fade

For nobody knows

The weeping maid