Talking to the steward

You had it all, didn't you,
A city, a family, a life.
But what happened, Denethor?
What happened to it all?
Tell me how ye did fall.

You had a world, a city,
'Tis true that war came,
And the White Wizzard,
Did he not come to you?
O, what to you did he say?

He told you of a King,
As you grieved for your son,
As his death quenched the last hope
In thy bitter heart,
And did awake thy wrath.

And then flames were thy courage;
To die as a mighty heathen King.
But you are not mighty, steward,
For ye let thy word turn
Into ashes.

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