The Wyrd of Arnor
A seer dwelt in ancient Arnor
On the future turned his gaze
Saw the Last King, Arvedui
Saw the choice that he must face
Counselled he the Cyning Araphant,
Told he of his bloodlines future
Dunedain abandon hope,
Or the doom of Arthedain
The wítega saw the hearts before him
Sensed the aelfen shadow fall
Felt the sorrow Man would suffer
Unwise choices binding wyrd
Again he looked beyond the present
Ages pass, a Man will come,
Bold and true, none question him
Free of shadow stands his heart
Aelfen shadows darken Cynedoms,
Westward reaching wings of darkness.
Doom approaches tombs of Cynings
The Tower trembles; The Dead awaken
