We will stand nigh and watch
On precipice high
For the day of The Fall
Whence our path
Bright with hope
Shall before us be scrawled.
On the day of The Fall
I will, with ready eyes-willing heart,
Greet my future in full.
A vision of Amroth-as seen on the last day of summer, his seventy-fourth year.
In the early dawn, three figures gazed over the heights of oblivion. Two laughed.
