Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own that many things,
I do not own an Elf or tree,
These things that were not meant for me,
I do not own them now; I did not own them then,
Not now, not then not ever again,
I do not own the words I say,
I do not own that much this day,
I do not own my House,
I do not own a mouse,
I do not own Lord of the Ring,
I do not own the rights to things.
Summary: This poem is about the Elves leaving Middle Earth. If you want to be more specific it is more like someone looking back at the days of the Elves now those days are gone. This is my first poem in well over a year.
Where have gone the days of old?
Where once great men had been,
Where stories of great deeds were told,
Where courageous acts were seen.
Where have the gone the kings of yore?
And heroes of the land,
Where once they strode beside the shore,
And walked upon the sand.
And lost to tales are these things,
Which once we called our own,
And sailed off to halls of kings,
Where no pain shall be known.
Once they dwelt inside the wood,
And by the mountains tall,
And worked always for greater good,
Inside their splendid halls.
And gone forever are these things,
Who worked for all the free,
Sailed away upon the wings,
Of ships upon the sea.
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