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Title: The Queen of the ball (#3138)
Author: Hiemille
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: This is one more poem about Berutiel. It' s hard to seem a happy lady if your heart is suffering after death of your lover&#8230;
Published: 27 Nov 2006
Updated: 27 Nov 2006
Warnings: 
Type: Angst
Characters: 


Chapter 1 - ch1

Now September winds tear the golden lace
And away it flies in the rainy night, 
While the music is sweet and a flutist plays.
So I wish to see shining candlelights!

Now a grave and the palace  - it's all the same ,
All the same, if I lost the hopeful years.
I have loved, you hear, I am not ashamed!
I' m in love  - my payment is a cup of tears.

Fiddles crying as me of the pain unhealed.
You&#8230;And a storm of the leaves, falling on outside.
It's a dream, it's a tale, it cannot be real - 
We beheld one another in darkness of lies.

I am tired of glances, so jealously cold.
What's for me I am called the Queen of the ball ?
What's for me I am spared by wars and revolts?
I am tired, I have had enough of this all&#8230;

Now September winds tear the golden lace.
If you're out of sight - never out of mind.
So I wish the candles to burn in a blaze - 
So that heat of the flame will destroy the night!
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