Elvish loyalty

For me they fight, those Elvish kings.
They light my way, under the moon.
They die for me, for love of men.
For royal blood and silver spoons.
No crown atop thier golden head.
Forsaken this is, for fealty's life.
No sons to carry on thier proven legacy.
Taking neither mistress, not comely wife.
Hourglass of life, they fight just to die.
Against rigid foes who bring misery about.
Thier battle is lost, they fight back to back.
They killed and they died, sent into rout.
For me they fought,those Elvish kings.
They lit my way, under the sky.
They died for me, for love of men.
Yet royal men have come to die.

About love of lords, and life.