The Prophecy of Lothlorien
Hark, the trees of Lothorien
do whisper of a presence near.
As golden leaves rise from the earth
to garment the wind, lo, it speaks:
"Boromir, son of Denethor
to whose standard kings would rally
in times of darkness, may you find
that from what evil claims you,
a light burns inside
to yet redeem
Mankind.