Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150709191917/@comment-26295802-20150711173643

In the darkness of the night, in his great sadness, Imrahil begins to chant a poem he made in his many years of wandering. His sad and low voice rings through the air, as all are silent to listen.

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, so fair are your shores!

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, so wise is your lore!

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, so great with such power!

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, gardens filled with golden flowers!

White towers, blue walls,

Golden houses, silver falls,

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, Mighty knights upon their steeds!

Dol Amroth Dol Amroth, great tales of great deeds!

Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth, a light, a shining beacon,

to the broken world of Middle-Earth, a safe haven of freedom.



But where now are the white towers?

Where now are the gold and silver flowers?

Where do the Swan-knights now roam?

The halls of Mandos are their home.

Once they marched upon the white shores,

But those days are over and they walk there no more.

In that final battle they fought long and brave,

Yet to no ends except their graves.

They braved arrows that came down like hail,

But all their valour was to no avail,

The ones who ran, the ones who fought,

They got the same wages: it was all for naught.

Galleons and swan-ships fair,

Now under the sea, lying there,

Forgotten and forsaken,

Hulls rotted, masts shaken.

They stand now, silent graves,

For the city they failed to save,

Though they fought long and hard,

they lie in ruins, in broken shards.

Have Manwe and The One forsaken Middle Earth?

Leaving us to death and our enemies mirth?

Nay, for though Manwe is gone,

A promise he gave and it wil come true before long:,

A prromise that though the enemy may have victory this day,

In the far future, a time far away,

Sauron and Morgoth, their servents and all of their friends,

Shall be served justice, and we shall be avanged.