Ere Time – A poem

by Mar 12, 2003Poetry

The wood elves came with the wind,
From places we’ve never been,

In the days of old: happiness and song,
Ere all hope was gone,

Hobbits dwell in buisness their own,
Singing song and smoking pipes long,

Ring-bearer travels far,
The fellowship breaking apart,

When all of middle-earth has been saved,
He will go there and back again.


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