The Woe of Boromir - How can you hope?

It is the smallest thing,
A mere band of gold
No larger than a throwing stone
Yet it destroys the world.

Under it kingdoms,
Mountains crumble,
Rivers dry and crackle,
And all that once was is lost.

O Flame of Anor,
Immortal Greenleaf
Young Halflings
Stout Dwarf
Great Elfstone:

How can you hope when all is lost?

Forgive, Dunadan,
That I could not see,
Forgive me, my captain,
But the world of men is crumbling
Falling like the towers of my people
Fell against the Darkest of Towers.

Can you not see it?
Do you not feel it?

My father and brother are fighting
ANd dying for a cause without cause.
Men's lives are wasted with each passing
Bloodred sunset.

It is the smallest thing
A mere band of gold
No larger than a throwing stone
Yet the avalanche has begun.

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