BEWARE, ELVEN MAIDS, WITH WHOM YOU LAY

That Aragorn,

you have to admit,

was something of a prick:

One day, in his prime

and glory, as king Elessar,

he would announce: 'I will make myself die.

Just felt today it's time to go,

before I become old.'

No thought had Aragorn

for spending more time with his wife,

three thousand years or old so,

to adjust his lady Arwen to widowhood,

and leave last pleasant memories;

no final visit to the glades of Lothlórien, or

Annúminas of north, for her to cherish;

no, Elessar, something of a prick,

was too keen to die.

And his dear wife,

three thousand years old or so,

having given up immortality

and kin for Aragorn -

who was, you have to admit,

something of a prick -

was left a widow and to wander,

until in the autumn woods

poor Arwen would die alone.

08.12.2020