I walked under leaf and bough
Beneath the living tree
A song came softly to me
Dancing on the breeze
What was said i cannot say
The language i can’t name
But my heart, how it yearns
To hear it once again
The song now has ended
By the echoes they still last
A final note in the harmony
Of the glory of the past
The Dead Marshes.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
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