Gil-galad was an elven guy
Of him the harpers tiredly sing
The last whose land place was in a fair that was free
Between the big mountains and the h20 enriched sea
His sword was big, his lance was serene
His shining iron hat was afar was seen
And the uncountable balls of gas of the sky's field
Were reflected on his mirrored shield
But one 24 hour period he rode away
What hotel he dwelleth none can say
For into blackness his ball of gas called a star
In mordor where all the nazgul and orcs are
No I am not insane. Just a bit crazy.
