*A Scribbled and not complete poem written a week or so ago*
The Man of Rohan, brave was he,
with eyes so blue, a crystal sea.
He came with woe, with turmoil and loss
Oh how I wish to cheer with lips of gloss
You came with sadness, a past so cruel
Your heart and mind, a defeated duel.
But please take care and fear no more
For hope and love guide you, no more war
You are not along in this sea of faces,
my hand is there to lead you, An ear to listen, a shoulder to rest,
Your heart may now heal within your chest
O' man of Rohan
(My own)
