When king was mad with thoughts of power
And relations with the gods had long turned sour
I sailed away from the land of the gift
Its balance of power my hope to shift
But I was never seen again
Of any of the race of mortal men
My son and his family managed to flee
the destruction in ships across the sea
There he became a mighty king
But fell to the one who bore the ring
Who am I?
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His sword was long his lance was keen
His shining helm afar was seen
The countless stars of heavens field
Were mirrored in his silver shield
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