Galadriël stands in the shadows, sad and helpless, without disguise,
As she watches the kingdom gradually crumble before her eyes.
The king she adores, tries desperately to regain back into a land
The essence of life once abundant, exceedingly grand.
The evil lurking, prevalent and rampant, destroying all good in its wake,
Built around jealousy, control, and scorn, conniving to take.
The good subjects are leaving, being driven away,
The evil breeds hopelessness. They can no longer stay.
She knows the hosts of evil vehemently do curse
Her presence and loyalty, they consistently rehearse,
Their plotting, their wicked schemes, to enable her fall,
For she has the power, the magic, to expose them all.
The mission, the goal, is to conquer, divide,
From Aikanáro and Galadriël, the truth must hide.
For should the king’s eyes be opened to see,
The unicorn’s magic would set him free
From emotional blackmail, torturing his soul,
Returning to him his own control.
The evil subjects, as sheep adorned,
Spew their venom, so none are warned.
Galadriël’s heart so torn, badly bruised,
But abandon her king, she still refused.
Remain she must, strong, vigilant, and true,
Her faith in her king will carry him through,
The flames of destruction have spread across his land,
Sparked and ignited by treacherous hand.
Her tears run free and they shed galore,
To extinguish the flames and rebuild once more
A kingdom enriched, exquisitely defined,
Magically wondrous, uniquely designed.
Thousands of subjects now flock to its gate,
Anxiously hoping, for admittance they wait.
The evil subjects with angered rage,
Turn on each other and so engage,
Their own vile behavior conceived of self lust.
They destroy each other as they scatter like dust.
The king and the unicorn stand proud and tall,
As they watch over the kingdom, but a tear doth fall,
From the corner of the unicorn’s eye of jade,
Remembering the days, she spent shunned in the shade.
Galadriël looks at her king, Aikanáro, gives him a smile of pride,
She kisses his cheek that warms him inside.
He no longer doubts his own self worth.
They celebrate each other and the kingdom’s rebirth.
Written by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly © 2008-12-10
Galadriël’s eyes are green, hence ‘eye of jade’ and her tears of deeply rooted heart ache flood the land that put out the flames of destruction of various forms and then, a single tear remains, always as a reminder of what once was.