The Lord Of The Rings - The Return Of The King Poem by Savva Emanon

In the shadows deep where hope still gleams,
A tale unfolds in ancient dreams,
Of kings and crowns, of swords and might,
In lands where darkness meets the light.

The echoes of a time long past,
Where courage stands and shadows cast,
Upon the fields of battle torn,
A new dawn waits, a world reborn.

The ring of power, once so bright,
Now wanes in Sauron's fading sight,
As hearts unite in one last stand,
To break the curse that grips the land.

In Aragorn, the king returns,
With wisdom gained from paths that burn,
His sword aloft, his spirit true,
He leads them well, the brave, the few.

The fires of Mordor rage and roar,
But in the hearts of men, much more,
A light that darkness cannot quell,
A flame of hope that time will tell.

But in the end, when all seems lost,
The smallest of the souls exhaust
The strength within to bear the weight,
And find the strength to conquer fate.

So let the tale be told once more,
Of courage found on distant shore,
Where kings are made and shadows flee,
In the Return of the King, we see.