by Jun 10, 2003Poetry

A regal land, of halls and Kings,
Where tales are told at night,
And as a bard or minsteral sings
The fire grows still bright.

A simple folk, who plought the land
And fight for King and Lord,
With swords wrought by a crafted hand,
A warriors treasured hord.

And yet this simple beauty
Doth make this land this home,
And each man knows his duty
And hail the Rohan throne.


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