Sweet sweet days of old,
a young virile promise of dreams afoot.
An old song battered yet remains in thought and memory
as Luthien wore out Tinuvil’s song.
as Beren would be laughing with Huan on this one.
I will always cherish as my Pandora’s dream.
It will remain the gospel of my future.
As i will walk and carry no more,
leaving Golgotha behind,
never being Lot about it.