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.

Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.

A haiku about the way a scent can bring back memories of things long forgotten.