And word, it is said, came from the Utter West, from Mandos himself speaking for Eru Iluvatar, and was written in the histories of Men though long ago lost.

"It is time. Though there are yet tales to be told this journey's end is fulfilled. Let the sun set on these songs and new dawns rise, ere the end of all."

And so this Untold Tale is closed, the last word written, pen laid down, as the Ages of the world pass into mist, new tales weaved and torn, written and forgotten. But this era is through, remembered by a precious few of this Age of the Sun.

Into darkness we fall
from light's bitter grasp
to the stars we call
voices a tearful rasp

What is the tale untold
in a victory sold
What is the web weaved
in victory grieved

Brought to journey's end
alone but not without friend
Gaze west gaze east. Gaze south gaze north
A cry rattling forth.

Untold tales woven and sung
from defeat victory sprung
crawling from the lowest rung
A tale and a song brung.

The Ages pass us by.



Untold Tales of the Ages of the Sun

Third Millenium of this Age of Men, 2003-2006