Had I known love, forswear its sight
For I have never seen true beauty till today.
In the east I found it when she becomes my sun.
Arise my sun and kill the envious moon,
Who is already pale with grief, for art thy maid is faire than she.
Call but my name I will be satisfied, to hear a voice like angel’s song.
Do but smile and the stars will dime.
Like pale lamps compared to the sun.
No name does she have for none can describe her beauty.
No title will she have except to be call my lady.
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.