A Poem for London
The destruction and waste, all the suffering and pain,
changes from place to place, Rohan or Ithilien Plain.
The Enemy of free people only wants to kill and destroy,
all that is deemed good and peaceful, a very sad story.
The valiant and the noble in such times do arise,
to defend and console, even with tears in their eyes.
At the end of all things, at the end of the tale,
Evil will succumb, and the Good will prevail.
But until such a time, we with brave-hearts must go,
and remain true to each other, and remember Frodo.