Flowing wild through woods and hills,
no shackles bind his iron will.
In the ancient forests, he roams free,
a guardian of lands, from sea to sea.
With every step, he marks his domain,
his spirit unyielding, his purpose untamed.
Through shadowed valleys and sunlit glades,
his presence whispers of forgotten shades.
Born of the wild, his heart beats true,
a warrior bold, with skies as his view.
No chains of man can hold him tight,
for he is the embodiment of nature's might.
In the moon's soft glow and the sun's warm kiss,
he finds solace in the untamed bliss.
For he is a Dûnadan, the keeper of lore,
forever bound to the earth's ancient core.
So let him roam, let him roam free,
for he is the spirit of the wild, you see.
Flowing wild through woods and hills,
in his veins, the untamed spirit thrills.
Credit for the divider goes to Erenior
