The Darkness Deep

[artanaro]

The Wind blows through the trees
As sadness whispers through the leaves
A million voices speak to a million ears
As Arda sheds her tearless tears
And mothers weep over lost young
An ever present dirge is sung
As we travel through gardens of grief
And flesh crumbles like a dried up leaf
We sail unbound through realms of sleep
Will you become a wolf or a helpless sheep?
What will you make of the darkness deep?

Artanaro