Maglor's Song by Robinka

He would remember that night. The starlight was as bright
As he recalled it from his youth, when he could convey
Anything with a rhyme. Now his fingers had no might
That could bring peace, though his skill had never passed away

Like an elusive tide. A fire had burned in his hands
And reshaped what had once bloomed into a bitter taste;
The flame had demanded that he never leave his stance,
But he finally refused and felt salt on his face.

His destiny, now buried, slept in deep blue and green
Without a trace, but he stared at the lamenting waves
For a long time before he left, no more to be seen.

Sometimes, you may hear him speak. When the wind fades away,
The lonesome bard sings his grief. Just listen to his plea,
Take heed with your eager ear, and remember that day.

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