lamenting song

Denethor was an elven lord, a king of beech and elm

His spear was long, his bow was strong

His eyes where keen like the stars

 Branches tall, was pillars in his hall

Lost, lost we are lost, among the trees and the shadows

Lost, lost we are lost for

Denethor is gone…

Antlers for a crown he wore, leaves for a mantle he..........

~~Oh White fair city, your doom draws near,
Your brave knights have fallen, with sword and spear.
Your white walls darken and great dragons harken.
The bowers are burning, the towers stood tall
The blood is cooling on the wall
From the gardens where many a white bird would soar
 Is now filled with the sound of war
Seven gates have stood for ages, made a mark in fates pages
Oh White fair city, your doom draws near,
Your brave knights have fallen, with sword and spear
The tower have fallen and the city lost,

~~O fare thee well

My gentle stream where I dwelled by many ageless days

Flashing Silver under bright sun rays

Was my voice a-ringing

sounding Like a bell

Sad and sweet

Splashing with silver feet

Now it will toll like a knell

and Weaves a mournful spell

Bathed in sunlight or in shade

Do not forget your gentle maid

Where I would sit and charm

Fishes gold and grey

((It is now the Seventh Age, and Daerundros has faded and becoming a lingerer (eg. a wandering spirit who has consumed it's host's body). Her spirit climbs the highest mountain on Middle-earth, where the sea and some part of Aman can be seen, and she will sing this Lament until the Second Music. The Lament will never be heard by mortal men, because they cannot see or hear the spirits of the faded Elves.