• Gandalf

    Thunderstruck with the world's despair
    Precious. There's nothing for us here

    Snow breathing down our backs
    Trying to cope with no further presence

    Bilbo felt his pain from long ago
    Frodo burdened and now alone

    Captive by retribution as swift as the Orcs at Night
    Aspiring to heights for the fate of this Age

    Screw the weather and forget the wind
    Some pain will never mend

    But alas, hear the call of Smeagol's cry
    A reminder of Aurora, of tragedy, and of strife

    Renew the heart as the music fades
    Never forget the night nor its break of day