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.
It is the only way, to death or to life, said Turambar.
-p140. “The death of Glaurung”, Narn I hin Hurin
I am a lamb,
lead me on,
i will not believe,
i will not listen.
Go ahead use the crook of yours and hit
all you want,
i will be led.
Not but by you.
Go ahead offer me up
and see if you get that Dragon to woken up.
Thing is when then last one is slain,
where would you go.
So please keep
all of us
and see who gets
the sow, when your ass is the line
owned and sowned.