The Labours of Varda by Elwin Fortuna

Chapter 1

Stars burn. Silver dew fashioned into ecstatic flame
From liquid turns to a star that has a name.
In stars, signs and portents earn their fame.
In the Kindler's burning hands, stars never wane.

Stars stand. Bright challenges to darkest hate
Over sea and land, rising early, setting late,
We understand though long they may wait
Stars are planned to foretell evil's fate.

Varda shines. Her hair of darkest night,
Like deepest wines, sets sparks all alight.
She made signs, symbols burning bright
Silver refined, a Tree's dew taking flight.