You dwelt in ice towers
You dwelt under open skies
You laughed, sang fine songs
and the sun shone on your
snow-pale faces
until you were driven
from the face of land
which once was yours.
You exchanged sight
for blindness
and light
for darkness.
Your once fair elven speech
is nothing now but
growls in the shadows.
Oh, for the race that was,
cursed, by unending night!
Once you remembered
who you were
and from whence you came.
but now you do not.
Alas, alas.
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