« Books on my shelf that I will never read (again)Emma tells a story »

A poem

02/19/04 | by [mail] | Categories: culture/news

All that is gold does not glitter,
not all who wander are lost,
the old that are strong do not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring,
renewed shall be blade that is broken,
the crownless again shall be king.

-Bilbo Baggins


No feedback yet

Form is loading...