Mortal eyes burn with tears unshed,
As the King passed away,
A crown upon his silver head.
Such grief we show upon this day.
The silence of the early hour,
With fog upon the ground,
Shrouded about the silver tower,
Like the grief we now have found.
The white stone of the city,
As only the sun reflects upon,
Burning bright to all that see.
But now our King is gone.
Hope had traveled far and wide,
And tred upon ever shore.
Death and capture he had defied,
But now only in fading lore.
Grey eyes no longer looking,
Age had taken its toll.
Anduril no longer shining,
Placed upon a grassy knoll.
In a battle that can't be won,
Even the greatest warrior
Fell ere all was done.