Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Mourner's Hymn |
| There's a king upon the mountains and a queen who lights the sky there's a master of those waters that bring the good news by Brother Must-Be sits upon his throne Gathers all the passers, stripped of all their bones Brother Must-Be sits upon his throne Lord of Knots he binds us, makes our deeding done They say she sits in Mandos, Lady Wailer of long sighs They say she sits in Mandos Resignatorix Wise But she's in the waters, and out upon the air Her sigh blows through the forest eaves She carries every care She walks amid the buzzing flies That torment dying streets: Lady Patience in her pity – Swift to groan and weep Mem'ry unassailable She knows the high and low There's none to whom she's stranger She's the world in her soul She's grief and joy and rage and tears And madness is her gift – Self-forgetting suffering That innocence uplifts The enemy of weavers, She sings a sweet discord Tattered Lady Raveler Who breaks Time with a Word And Brother Must-Be sits upon his throne Gath'ring all the passers, stripped of all their bones Yes, Brother Must-Be sits upon his throne Lord of Knots he binds us, makes our deeding done But O! she'll be the otherwise, Poor Bloody-fingered Queen, And wear the weft of Fate loose, Our Sister Sorrowing. |