When We Escape Poem by Emmanuel Stone

Perhaps this shall be the end, my friend
We shall climb into the mountains
and look off the highest peaks

We shall delve into the goblin tunnels
and hide in the deepest depths
and eat the blind fish that live there

and when we escape
they shall be after us with their knives
so we shall flee into the west

and we shall leave from the Grey Havens
on a boat filled with elves
and there, at last, we shall kiss