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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arravis" data-source="post: 2603409" data-attributes="member: 327">So, I showed my wife the "latest" version of the poem... she gave me a funny look and said "The last half doesn't really work..." She read it aloud to me, and yep, it bites. So, she sat down at the computer and gave this poor soul some pity and helped me out:Elven-maids there were, Shining stars by day: Their mantles white were hemmed with gold, Their shoes of silver-grey.Stars were bound upon their brows, Lights on their hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Semberholme the fair.Their hair was long, their limbs were white, And fair they were and free; And in the wind they went as light As leaf of weirwood-tree.Beside the Falls of Erevan By water clear and cool, Their voices as falling silver fell Into the shining pool.Where now they wander none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Erevan’s homeAnd in the forests strayed.With emerald sky above their headsThe scouts of SemberholmeAwaited them, and await them still,Beside the tearful Semberflow.But upon the winds no words take flightNor lips give song to laughter.Those resplendent maids of greenest gladesLeft behind silence forever after.Still we stand on our long watch,Waiting for our maidens to come.Though day fades to dusk and dusk deepens to night,The dawn may yet guide their way home.</blockquote>