The Long, Lost King
By: Luthien Anaclime
I kept my past hidden,
Not only from others, but from me,
I kept is secret from unknown fears,
Fears only I could see.
A long, lost king,
So my mother said,
To Gondor must return to be,
Isildur's heir, the golden crown on my head.
But then I was called back,
To Rivendell, to Imladris,
To Lord Elrond's home.
My duty gone amiss,
A council, then a Fellowship.
How my path was hid from me,
Yet through the mist that clouded my eyes,
I knew who I must be.
On the field of slain,
Isildur's bane still calls to me.
But it is not I ,
Who posses the locking key.
Through rock and stone,
Through terror and cold,
Through loss, regret and pain,
I must return, the kings of old.
I can see the path this day,
The golden crown upon my head.
I turn to them, my people,
Just as my mother said.
The King! Isildur's heir!
They shout for joy, what bliss.
And still so close I come,
No willing to miss.
The King has come, the king has come,
So they joyfully sing,
I see my path clearly,
So returns the King.
