Aragorn

A noble man of the Dunedin

Strider he is named

The man who protects all of the Fellowship

None of his faith has drained

His heart remains strong

Even for Arwen, his love

Who he is to leave behind

On the quest to Mordor like a dove

All wars are fought with him as lead

Commanding the army of elves and men

Slashing swords and charging

His fears the race will end

Men will fall and leave behind

Nothing but a memory

His kingdom will ever find

He floats above all evil

His name is held on altar

The man, the king, Aragorn

His destiny will never falter

He takes the sword of Gondor

Upon his bloody hand

And seized all the days and nights

Across his metal band

His crown stands on his head with might

Immortality not what he has

And even though his soul passes on

His memories remain his future, present, and past ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Oh my goddess! I have finished! I want to thank those of you who reviewed my poems! This is my first read stab at writing poetry about someone else, so it was not that easy. If anyone has ideas on other poems that I could write, please notify me in your reviews! Thanks so much! Love you all!

Many blessings upon you all,

~*RubyEyedSorceress*~