This rhyme is based on the premise of Denethor's spirit haunting Rath
Dinen. I don't believe it, of course, but I can believe that some kid with
an overactive imagination could and this was the result:
For late at night in Silent Street.
A dreadful sight you may just meet.
"O doom and death. O doom and death,"
Old Denethor the Steward cries.
A lord he was, both great and wise.
"The West has failed. The West has failed."
Through seeing-stones he this was told,
But close he was in Sauron's hold
"My Faramir. My Faramir."
In burning fever he lay dying.
At his side the Lord sat crying.
"Now, to my pyre. Now, to my pyre."
In Silent Street he took his life
To join in death his son and wife,
But no sweet rest came when he died
for Eru's will he had defied.
He wanders now, no warmth, no breath
In Silent Street in sleepless death.
Note: I started working on this several months ago and put it aside beside I
was having trouble with the rhyming and metrical scheme, and just recently
picked it up again. I think/hope it's better now
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