For you - the deathless starry light,
For you - the freshness of a night,
And bracing air of a day,
And warming breath of a flame.
For you - the carpet of the leaves,
For you - a path across the hills,
For you - the sea's shining waves
And patterns of a golden lace.
For you - a beam of the Moon,
And fruitful gardens in the noon,
For you - the lands free and fair
And a wild wind in the hair.
For you - a silver sparkling star
And loud songs flying far
And music of the rhymed words
And clear steel of a sword.
A horse, obeying to your hand,
Beside - a kind and loyal friend,
The whole might of magic spells
And ringing voice of the bells.
For you - a chance to save your soul
And a way that ever leads you home.
For me - the dense and endless dark,
A faceless foe, a battle hard,
For me - the embers of the ships,
A hidden way in snowy deeps,
A polar wind's icy blast
A line which ne'er completes a verse,
The winter cold which never ends
And shadows over dying lands.
A gleam of dead forever suns
And anguish of Gorthaur's funs,
The moans of the pain unsaid
And offence of being betrayed.
The howling wolves and deathly mourn,
The wings broken and torn,
An axe in a hangman's hand
And poisoned edges of a brand.
The Evil Lord 's spiteful laugh
And else - your eternal love.
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