Elwen vanwa rusva dineth*

Love slithers like a serpent through the dark, twisting honor and protection towards fear and betrayal…….one perfect love twisting into the monstrous of the night……how was the beauty dispelled in favor of the lust……can you even see the darkness from your poisoned perspective…..have you filtered out all the light……have I……

Your love has become hate…..torture has destroyed our future…..has all light become dark within your soul…..within mine……you and I have served a throne of lies…..sacrifice of all that we loved and believed until corruption has broken the ties we sought to protect….

Sorrow mocks the light…..is there any left to care……..she dances slowly across a silhouette upon the shadows eyes shedding tears of blood……tears empty of joy and music burning trails across broken memories……

Cruelty and hatred have become the cause of those whose eyes are full of wanting…..who will carry the light into the darkness to save the soul darkened by foul deeds…….how will hope and truth arrive……can they light the way of such a darkened path……will we answer into the silence…….can I drive back the hopeless chaos to save anything or anyone……..

Here I am…..alive among the injured and dead……am I…..or another cruel torture by the depth of evil we served…..the Valar have abandoned us……have they abandoned me…….was I chosen for this fight….how can you know the ways of the divine….to have found a soul perfect in compassion to serve within the light…..lost to darkened mists of corruption…..why continue……

What have we done…..what have we become…..is this what you wanted…..to have dark wings hover in the skies of light…..drowning hope and love……your soul walks alone…..broken, fallen, a demon’s fate fallen from grace……your way in this madness, powers growing along with the chains….I hope I have broken them…..does death provide a peaceful balm….will it provide one to me…..is there any hope…

Can anything good arise from the ashes of hate……or only the cold steel of vengeance…..what has happened to OUR CHILD………….

Sleeping visions go unheard….will I ever see our shores again…..citadels flying in light, braving the storms of haunted dreams….memories are broken, faith gone, oaths betrayed….WHO AM I?

*Imperial Historian’s Note:  This selection from the early empire’s archives follows the standard translation of the Imperial Elven dialect.  Nonetheless, the initial greeting for this selection is a change in the heretofore standard greetings previously recorded in what remains of the journals of Lord Elyrienne Malethlal, Primary Counselor to the House of Blackbird and the First Empress.  A new entry to the standard greeting that began approximately eight months prior.   CLASSIFIED: ENITRE ENTRY REMOVED FROM RELEASE FOR PUBLICATION BY IMPERIAL CENSOR.