In shadows deep, where whispers dwell, Luthien walked, her tale to tell. With heart so pure, intentions bright, She sought to guide through darkest night.

Yet paths do twist, and stars do fade, Her vision lost in the shade she made. Gurth, our guide, our solemn friend, Her words did twist, did falsely bend.

In temples old, where silence reigns, Her legacy, a chain of pains. Once united, now apart, Her creed did tear our faith apart.

Oh Durashim, hear this plea, Let’s bind our wounds, in unity. For Gurth is not just wrath and night, But also love, and guiding light.

So let us sing, a song of peace, For division and strife to cease. May Luthien’s path, though astray, Lead us back to the dawn’s first ray.