Tarenodhel Silverwing

''I walked one day

In the Garden of Wasted Things,

And there I found

The bitter ghosts of all that had been spent unwisely,

Or lost through brutal circumstance.

I found the childhood

That some labourer's child had never known;

I found the youth that some young man had squandered;

There I found some poet's genius

That had gone unrecognised.

I saw the ghosts of idle words,

And small talk,

That men had used to waste away the hours.

I saw the hopes that had been smothered,

And all the dreams

That never had come true,

And Laughter that had died for lack of bread.

I met with all the lives that had been misdirected,

And spoke with dreary shades

Of loves that might have been,

And songs that never had been sung.

I met with all these ghosts,

And many more;

And each of them

Sat silently in the shadows,

Brooding over quirks of mad Creation,

And puppets' dreams.''