Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-35283741-20180424014655

We saw the sun rising From snowing mountain towering, The golden spearheads glitt'ring Upon the green field flowering, The horns of Éored blowing In hands on horses prancing, And plumes of white flutt'ring On pointed helmets glancing. But now the sun is sinking, The starless night is falling, In court the shadows are length'ning, In keeps the plants are sprawling. The flags on forts are fading, The fire in hearth is dying, On Simbelmynës swaying The sorrowful wind is sighing. 
 * 1) title:The Lost Glory
 * 2) author:Steorred the Minstrel
 * 3) types:ruins,rohan