She faded, conquered by grief
Kind queen of holy sort, you had foretold the approaching tempest,
Greed took the love of your life, until ruin was brought into the realm, caught by conquest,
Fury defied reason, even among the ranks of light, for the Jewels were longed, ruthless and raw,
To the detriment of your deeds and just law,
The Sons of the Smith raided a one-time legendary treasure, bound to that horrible oath and their implacable grudge,
Bearer of ill and death, regardless of sham lies, spread to confound and the truth to fudge,
To the advantage of our foes, resting still behind, waiting for their preys to weaken each other, so that easily they may be trapped in the lair,
Willing to destroy the hopes of Elves and Men, to kill beauty and all that is fair,
The Angel-queen was not to linger and see the decay of her dream, undone the spell and burnt the leaf,
She faded, eventually, re-uniting with her king in the sorrowful halls of Mandos, conquered by grief.