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The sword created by the pen
Eleven years in the creation
Still now imaginations clench
He wrote his name, Tolkien
On the result of eleven years toil
The sword created by the pen
The orc's evil stench
The wizard's great magic
Still now imaginations clench
Of lands rich and barren
Did his works weave
The sword created by the pen
Aragorn killing enemies ten by ten
Dark lords falling into the dark
Still now imaginations clench
Again he has captured our imaginations
In the aftermath of the hobbit
The sword created by the pen
Still now imaginations clench
Quincy