• I sit along, the stone of age,
    dust flies to and fro
    I look to the west and , Lo!
    behold!
    A sunrise of a crown
    for someone i should know
    i doubt if they know me,
    as well as them i know
    thats all that i can say
    for now
    someday there will be more
    maybe i'll even try to rhyme
    as i walk into
    mordor