Ghosts of the past - not really lotr, but u peeps might like, lol :)

The air was silent, quivering
And the night was cold and shivering,
While the dancing clouds where covering the moon,
And the stars of night were glowing
And the wild wild wind was blowing
And the hours of night were growing
As that time wore on and on.

The oaken boughs were swaying
And the night birds song was praying
And the winds and rains were pelting
Upon the night time screen of midnight hue
As sort and as sacred as morning dew,
As soft as silver, good as new,
As swift sword in the swordsmans steel grip hand.

And the night time ghosts were forming,
With the midnight hour dawing
Left them in between the morning
And the night,
And the pagen cries were worken
And the mounds of kings were open,
And the lost toung then was spoken,
Cried above the night time winds.

And all the world left sleeping,
Held firm by long dead weeping,
Where the fallow fields were heaping
In the moon of autumns night,
And the pagen sword was shining,
Come, join the feat halls dineing,
Come, and quit thy whineing,
For the mortals are the dead.

And full moons light was quivering
And the night was cold and shivering,
While the dancing clouds where covering the earth,
And the stars of night were glowing,
And the wild wild winds were blowing,
With the hours of night still growing;
And the mignight hour wore on.

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