Divinity is equal to that of its like. Beauty is even to honor is kin.
Perfection is between god and men, same are the greatness of the sun and its mate.
The sky and earth were bound to be one, sealed are the fate of the warrior and his love.
Yet divinity is measured by that of its like, and beauty was chosen by honor is kin.
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.