Disclaimer: Nope LOTR is not mine.
Ah, the last Lord of the Rings poem from me this New year's day, I hope you viewers all enjoy, and REVIEW!
The Dúnedain
Proud, strong, bold and free,
Loyal, but yet Isildur failed to see,
That power corrupts; makes fallen heroes;
Evil creeps into the blood that flows,
In the veins of the Kings of Men,
The Dunadain.
Now struggling to find a place,
In the world, bitterness spat in their face,
Now they fight the silent war,
Against the darkness within them all,
They are Rangers, clothed in mystery,
Secretive; sworn to be.
Until the day when such one will rise again,
Who restores courage and hope into the hearts of men
And breaks the darkness that threatens all,
He will face his own fears, alone and tall.
The Heir of Isildur, heir of his Bane,
Will make amends; make men heroes again.
Isildur and Aragorn…
Of the same they are born,
The Dúnedain.