Denethor's Thorn


A son I have, a brave handsome man
With strength and fortitude is he endowed
Every moment from his birth until now
He had never failed to make me proud

A son I have, he has a brother
Equally handsome but lesser in power
In him I see not my virtues flower
But each of my failings tasting sour

A son I had, now he is gone
He in whom I had myself undeservedly prided
But his brother remains, my living grief
A reminder of the love I have unevenly divided

- Lothithil