AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is another poem I randomly contrived :). I hope it is to your liking (all two or three who will ever read it, I am sure) because I thought it was decent though somewhat bittersweet. It speaks of the time when Aragorn passed away in Minas Tirith. Enjoy!

Hauntful tolls of the bells

Roll across the city

And continue over the lands of Middle-earth,

Peeling silver weeping for

The one who is lost.

The wind does not stir,

The clouds are still,

The waters halt in their running,

And the night that comes

Is the longest the earth has known.

Shadows weep, starlight quivers,

The moon dare not shine this night

O wretched night of death's bitter sorrow!

He has gone forever and on

Only to live in men's long memories

As the Healer, Renewer, and King

To rival all kings ever on earth.

Farewell! Farewell O King!

Until we meet beyond the world.

PS: I said on my other poem (A Different Kind of Courage) that I would post more poems there, yet I am reallyposting them here :D. More will come! And read poem mentioned above too!