Midwood in autumn moon Dawning upon silver dew Shimmering like fireflies And golden leaves from up high Striding up to me The lady of goldenwood In shrouds of pearls and palest white Though she bears the mark of the wilds She's the queen of her kind Sung by flutes of ivory Notes soar 'round the elder tree Stairs ascending to far up high Where the golden leaves kiss the sky The lady of goldenwood In shrouds of pearls and palest white Though she bears the mark of the wilds She's the queen of her kind "For the longest time we expected you Ilamrion, "Islander" Your story planted with the very seeds of Val'inthor On our journey I answered you with only silence For the ever present shadow scoured the valleys and moors Asking your name Man will rise as one under the First-born's law Unholy war brings demise to elf and dwarf Second-born from the shores beyond In his sacrifice a prophecy is undone When night retreasts Thousands have fallen on ivory ground Dragon Son There can be only one" The lady of goldenwood With words of death and palest gloom And now as I leave her behind She remains in my mind