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Wintalassė
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Date Posted: 17:42:35 12/09/03 Tue
The winds, they whisper my name in the shadows of evening, the waters they think upon my passing. For many moons I have walked this earth, and now I am tired, cold, afraid. For many ages I have held a power more sacred, more greivous than any known to the mortal race. I am fading, and shall soon pass into the west, lest I find a reason for staying. My home, it has been snatched from me, my family, dead, my friends, scattered like dust before the wind. My hope is fading, my spirit dwindling into a shadow, a mere reflection of my former glory. Glory, once I was known by such a name, yes, that is what they used to call me. Seasonal Glory. Now, for my time is short and my sight gone, I am now and shall be forever more, Wintalassė.
~I am mounred as~
Wintalassė
~Though once the color of Imladris in autumn, I have faded into~
A sheer gold, almost champagne
~Ages I have walked Arda~
9
~My Blood~
Mustang
~My Grief~
Eternal
~My Joy~
Vanished
~My home~
Destroyed
~My Kin~
Dead
~My Love~
Betrayed Me
~My Life~
Is Fading
...I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith...
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