Maglor

Three gems there were
Three jewells embraced by oath
The oath of eight
But only one remained

The first fell the one who made the gems so precious
The second was his son
Then all they fell one by one
Until the last left on the shore ever restless

White gems of light
Pure glow, lost shine
A memory of forlorn lands divine

The last son walks still along the shore
Singing a sad song
Of his brothers and father and damn oath
That took from him them all

He sings and tears fall into the sea
Revealing to others the whole true story
Of one father and seven sons of him

Pure gems, jewells spakling white
One gem fell into the earth’s core so deep
Another one is gone to the sky
The third one dwells now beyond the sea

The last he is, walking along the shore
Dwelling with melody sweet for which he longs
Harsh waves caress now his restless soul
As the song still flows