The Ring-Bearers Lament
What ship shall bear him home unto the Shire
When shall he find the healing he desires
He, wounded thus, by sting and tooth and blade
Distilled by grief, bestowed by Dooms hot fires
Gone is the touch of gold, though evil wrought
His mind and soul, thus welded with its woe
The home, which he so longingly had sought
Is marred by dark desires of his foe
The mount of Doom shall haunt him all his days
Within its fiery furnace molded deep
Foul Saurons heart contained in purest gold
And his desire foul for all to weep
This ship shall bear him to the Valinor
Such grace so sweet, bestowed upon his soul
But how shall magics, even highly wrought
Bring peace, restore his heart and make it whole
Alas, for light, it fading in the gloom
Though friends have sought to heal him deep within
The Bearers pain shall haunt him in the night
And once again, the darkness shall begin
What ship shall bear him home unto the Shire
When shall he find the healing he desires
He, wounded thus, by sting and tooth and blade
Distilled by grief, bestowed by Dooms hot fires
Gone is the touch of gold, though evil wrought
His mind and soul, thus welded with its woe
The home, which he so longingly had sought
Is marred by dark desires of his foe
The mount of Doom shall haunt him all his days
Within its fiery furnace molded deep
Foul Saurons heart contained in purest gold
And his desire foul for all to weep
This ship shall bear him to the Valinor
Such grace so sweet, bestowed upon his soul
But how shall magics, even highly wrought
Bring peace, restore his heart and make it whole
Alas, for light, it fading in the gloom
Though friends have sought to heal him deep within
The Bearers pain shall haunt him in the night
And once again, the darkness shall begin


