by Nov 7, 2004Poetry

In Gondor, In Gondor, In Gondor

Aragorn,King, sits upon his throne,
Arwen, Eldarion, soldiers, citizens and men of the west
by his side.
His enemies fear his name,
the pure hail his name,
The Sun shines upon his kingdom, giving peace
while the moon shines upon the faces of his enemies.
Many battles he fought,
weary is his heart,
he takes rest in The Hall of his forefathers.
A peaceful man he was,
but strong his iron fist was.
Tall he stood against the night sky
towering above all.
Alone he stands at the top of the highest tower,
watching, watching
over Gondor.


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