Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26236093-20151221221636/@comment-26295802-20151224024812

I wrote a little poem for the occasion. ..

The king of seaside kingdom once fair,

Sat beside the fire, in his chair,

Thinking back on broken dreams,

On what his kingdom once was, on what he thought it could be,

Many white houses, in the bay,

Where once happy children played,

Where warriors strong and fair,

Made their homes, with such care,

Yet now they lie silent, silent as graves,

''Many white houses, near the bay. ''

Now the king walked along streets so fair,

Remembering, at each house, who had lived there,

''For they had once been his close friends. ''

But now they were gone, left for better lands, 

Empty taverns, markets, and stores,

Empty libraries filled with lore,

Yet all was now empty, the streets were bare, 

Merchants no longer sold their wares.

"Should I leave or should I stay,

For perhaps some people might return some day,

Some people, who's voices, in the market shall ring,"

Thought the departing sea-side king,

"Nay, those days are long past,

I should have known it couldn't last,

Once this was a kingdom strong,

People came in droves, in throngs,

To see the wonders of Tirith Aear,

But people no longer come here,

The city's in ruin, in utter decay."

''And the king turned around, and rode sadly away. ''