Tirion

Through the mists of time,
My piercing mind's eye,
Gives sight to my soul,
Though old things die.

Vision of the heart,
Window of the worlds,
Imagination unfurls,
And I see what eyes see not.

So much love,
For people I cannot know,
For places I can't go,
But dreams are so real.

Carried off afar,
On pathways unkown,
But I am not alone,
With legions at my side.

I go, I go,
To far-off ways,
And by-gone days,
When elves still dreamed of Tirion.

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