Echoes of Gil​-​Galad

In days of yore, when stars were bright,
Gil-galad stood, a beacon of light.
Born in a realm of ancient lore,
A hero's heart, forevermore.
Silver crown and eyes of flame,
His legend grew, his mighty name.
From childhood’s dreams to warrior's might,
He led the charge through darkest night.
Echoes of Gil-galad, strong and true,
Guiding us through shadows and morning dew,
Echoes of Gil-galad, in our soul,
His light endures, forever making hearts whole.
In Lindon’s halls, his wisdom reigned,
Defender true, our hope sustained.
The Elven king with spear in hand,
Against the dark, he made his stand.
With Elendil by his side,
Their strength united, far and wide.
In battles fierce on fields of dread,
Gil-galad’s fire, the darkness fled.
Yet fate, unkind, would cut him down,
A shadow cast upon his crown.
On Mordor’s plains, in fire’s glow,
He met his end, our noble woe.
The spear Aeglos, his trusted friend,
Fought bravely to the very end.
But tales of him shall ever sing,
Gil-galad, the eternal king.
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are
Through ages passed, his light remains,
In every heart, his valor reigns.
From whispers of the ancient past,
His legacy will ever last.
In days of yore, when stars were bright,
Gil-galad stood, a beacon of light.
Born in a realm of ancient lore,
A hero's heart, forevermore.