A/N: Villanelle we wrote for English class. I SLAVED over this. SLAVED! I thought it was HORRID. I cried because it wouldn't work out of frustration. But when I was done, I love it. Doesn't really pertain to Tolkien, but some characters may relate, and I had to post it. R/R!

It All Means Nothing

Sweet nightingale, you still sing on
The moonlit breeze blows on by
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

It bears no meaning, the coming dawn
I cannot grow wings; I cannot fly.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.

No gold, no silver can I pawn
No song can I sing; no tears can I cry.
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

A place beside him cannot be won.
I have no place within the sky.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.

There is no strength that can be drawn.
Within his arms I cannot lie
It all means nothing, for he is gone.

It bears no meaning, the coming dawn.
I cannot grow wings; I cannot fly.
Sweet nightingale, you still sing on.
It all means nothing, for he is gone.