Harvest

- On'ono Laivindur

The winter wheat was standing tall, as Osgilith lay in ruin
The city smoldered across the bridge o’er the river Anduin

The Captain, and our General, led to victory Gondor’s noble host
The city and surrounding countryside now inhabited by ghosts

The summer wheat was standing tall as our General rode away
The people worried as he rode alone, to seek allies they say

The days grow dark and our fears increase, the crops wither and die
The enemy, it’s said, returned under the watchful evil eye

The winter wheat shall not be sown
The city lay vulnerable, all alone.