"Aragorn" - A Poem

After the attack on Weathertop
The wind calmly smoothes my face
And whispers that he's in danger
I run to him as fast as I can
But it's too late...

He's lying there in pain
With a scathing wound,
From a treacherous sword
I have failed him and myself...

But I have no more time to
stand there and think
I have to save him and the rest
of my honor...

I'm standing there and fighting
With the dark shadows
I know what they fear
And that's why I won this battle

But the war of the ring has just started
And I am a part of it...

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