*comes out of woodwork*
Here is another poetic one, because why not?
Named for the stream
Died due to the enemy's whim
A remnant of the joyful past
The first to die, but not the last
Hunter in the woods, predator and prey
His path would lead him astray
Great fighter on thе plain
Undone by his disdain
Memories lost in the dark
Until they were brought back by a spark
He was too late
Watching as she met her fate
She stayed for a long time
Against reason and rhyme
Unconquered until the last
At dusk she faded fast
He saw her go, undefeated she stayed
And his decisions couldn't be swayed
Near the mountain he had cried
By the water he had died
Someone try this. It's easy, I swear.
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
Last edited by Urwen; 02-06-2023 at 08:41 AM.
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