I do not own Faramir... no matter how many times I wish for him... the fortune cookies are all against me. (sigh)
Wizard's Pupil
Old scrolls piled high
Storm grey eyes glazed over
The wizard's pupil
Long he sits reading
Ancient words flowing in
And his breath flows out
With scorn he called you
A wizard's own pupil
But what did he learn
The fires burned high
He nearly lost his son
Through his own actions
When he saw indeed
That his son was alive
He then understood
You were his last son
Faramir of Gondor
The wizard's pupil
my first try at haikus... I think they suck but who knows.