More poetry

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Another two poems...

Beleg for Veet.

The sword has fallen
The bow has broken
And nevermore shall the arrow fly
For proud Cúthalion
Now here lies ruined
he has been slain
By his best friend’s hand
Oh cry Doriath
Wail out your mourning
Your bravest son
Will return no more.

and Turin for Liritar. (thank you for the pretty icon)

The clouds part
Lightning rent the darkness
And I see him
Friend, brother….
I have slain him.
Truly I am cursed
The black sword.
In silence I bury him
Bravest of all
And my soul screams
In despair
Over what I have done
Over what I am.
Adanedhel they call me.
Agarwaen I name myself.
Turumbar I am.