Journey to the west

Through the kingdom of cold blazing winds,
of deceptive waves,
a lonely ship strives with the sea,
fresh gale leans on its sails,
the swan prow towards the hidden path,
they alone are about to find,
with sad sights gaze at a distant shore;
to burned homes they've left behind.

On the run before the faceless foe,
they can not overwhelm,
struggling for belief that, in time,
will moor in the Blessed realm.
in desperate feat, new hope alit,
put their lives at stake,
to the edge of the world and beyond,
leads the journey they have to take...

Will the ice floes keep out of their way,
will cursed waters let them through?
will fogs dissolve and reveal the reefs,
or aim to blind their view?
Might they fall prey to vicious storms,
will oceans become their grave?
With faith they fight on. If destined so,
at the end they shall be saved.

Forsaken ones are returning back,
to ever undying lands,
for compassion of the fathers guilt,
with bright star in their hands,
the jewel as token of regret,
over the bloody sin;
children of firsborn and mortal men,
beg mercy upon their kin.

Ref: Drowning in sorrows,
for new hope to be found,
and flames of courage,
to dry all tears they cried,
through the black curtain,
that's falling around,
the eternal light,
now shall be their guide.

Silmaril sails to the west...