My first Silmarillion poem/fic thingy...I hope I got the spelling right here...it's so confusing to me

A splendor she is, a sight to see.

The sun she is, the moon is me.

Arien, an everlasting flame.

The light she gives, brings me to shame.

Many ages ago, I sought for her.

The light is now but a blur.

A hunter am I, with a bow of silver,

Is still seeking, becoming unsure.

Tillion am I, the steerer of the Moon,

Arien the Sun, whom I hope to see soon.

A hopeless chase, it may seem to thee,

A memory I will try to live, is what sets me free.

I wasn't sure of the spelling of Tillion, whether there were two L's or one...someone please tell me so I can correct it...sigh please review!