The ages: A poem written by Aeccu Lissan

I remembered his face in the cold woods of Mirkwood,

I now dwell here alone.

Gondor forsook me,

Rohan bestraught me,

Lothlorien laughed at me,

I am now alone.

He was the king of ages,

All loved him,

None forgot him,

Time however lost him.

In the mist of the ages I dwell,

Time has passed,

So have the age of the elves,

Even the dwarves time is passing,

The hobbits age is lacking,

And all that are left are men.

Not the kind valiant men,

That once had dwelled here,

Whose chivalrous acts put the thieves hearts in fear,

Dark men have claimed these ages,

The few good dwell in hard steel cages

And the women are abused and killed.

Someday I hope,

As I soon shall pass away,

Good men will return,

And save this realm,

They will heal its battered fences,

Go into the land and rescue the defenseless,

In time it will come,

But I will be gone,

For by then cold steel will have rotted my heart,

I will lay on the floors of my old home's broken door,

No beautiful procession will I have,

Just the birds to sing my funeral song,

And the leaves to entomb me.

As I leave the world I will cast my final words,

Which within them,

Hope will dwell,

And as I pass it will come,

And it will last for the ages..

For the ages....