Letter To Arwen - Iii

The Eagle's velvet I seek long, Battle on its march. Veterans lost, matyrs born, Shall I bewitch the trinity with my ale? Piles of thumps on the marching ground This battle, be long to take me? Battle for velvet, ires many! I shall walk up to èkù; rumbled up- Though in wet loins, shall I bear. The Eagle velvet, farther it seems I see Yet, I die and long for its abundance I shall thrust sword upon many a soul; Shall I be deemed fit of fiend! My joy My liege My siege The Eagle velvet. Shall I loose Arwen like the wild beast? Shall I loose the Eagle velvet of old? Arwen! Tarry a little upon the sands, Victorious cymbals make sounds, The trumpets; my arrival WAIT! Shall I dance alone when the battle ends?