for the White Horse
of Rohan.
Torn,
it falls.
Bitter tears
fill my eyes.
Is this
how we are to end?
Torn and weak,
sunken in darkness?
Once we were strong,
valiant,
brave.
But now a snake
has crept among us.
He has slain
our strength.
There was nothing I could do.
What bitterness
these days
hold for me!
Hope is dead.
Our king
is falling to darkness.
His son, dead,
my brother
banished.
In these
dark days,
where
shall we
find hope?
-Frodo Baggins
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