Anna had taken a step back during Celumëomaryu's song, and now stepped forward again. She knew the Elf's song was powerful, but she would not let that daunt her. She was stubborn too and the smug expression on the Elf's face was making her angry.
Very well
Up every morning
Long before day
Cooking her breakfast alone
She quietly dresses
And pulls back the shutters
And sits in a corner all alone
But nobody ever comes by anymore
Nobody ever calls
Most days she just sits and stares
At the windows and walls
Windows and walls
Children all gone
Husband passed on
Nothing but time on her hands
Most of her mornings
Are spent in her dreams
Or making her sad little plans
Maybe she'll go into the town today
And speak to a friend she hasn't seen
Or just escape for an hour
From her windows and walls
Windows and walls
The clock on the mantle
Chiming the hours
Must be the loneliest sound
She washes her floors
And tends to her gardens
And afterwards has to sit down
Sometimes she still can remember a child
Playing with dolls of rag and straw
Now all that she's left
Are these memories and windows and walls
Day after day, windows and walls
She finished her song and glared at the Elf in defiance.
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