Aragorn – A poem

by Nov 7, 2002Poetry

The strider from the trees
Mysterious and unique,
Hides a past and future
That not many can see.

In a land far from the wild
Where he is known as the king
He denies the strength of his will
And struggles from his kingly dream.

But by chance fate stumbles
In the form of a halfling
With no mere trinket his pocket
With a resistant to evil that is stifling.

Yet the weakness of his ancestors
He believes is still in his blood,
But the only thing to reassure him
Is the Everstar and her love.

For now he can see
That still now there is hope
And fights for his fellowship
strength and will
To claim his kingdom by the sea.


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