Seriously, I don't remember him writing this. But he does try his hand at sonnets here and there, and Dame Imraldera thought this one was surprisingly lyrical for his poetic talents. She and I thought you might enjoy it:
O! Let the light of Lumé's effulgence strong
Be doused within the churning caldron sea,
Let the radiance of Hymlumé's sweet song
Be lost as though it never was to be.
Let all the airy hosts with kindred voice upraised
Be silenced by the clapping curtain Night,
Let all the farthest fields be scored and razed
'Till Near and Far must e'en give up the fight.
Yet we two, we happy two, would sit afar
Beyond this grieving din of silence fall'n,
And our laughter lift the worlds like shining stars,
Soothing ills with symphonies of lilting balm.
Our hearts will race the dark itself and never die
As through resounding perpetuity we fly!
Sadly, right beneath this poem, Imraldera also discovered another little rhyme:
Oh, Gleamden Fair, I love you,
Forever thinking of you,
Queens of old could only dream
Their limpid eyes would ever gleam
So bright, so clear as Gleamdren dear
The sweetest flower of Ruaine!
In all seriousness, I truly did just find a random document among my files that contained nothing more than these two rhymes back-to-back. Rhymes which I have no memory of composing. I wonder if I was trying out a study in contrasts or something? Because I don't think you could get much more disparity between these two styles!
It gave me a laugh and seemed like something Eanrin really would do.