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The Scar
A tribute to Aragorn
My reflection screams from the blade I hold,
The image of a man I hardly know
Who do they think that I will be?
I cannot escape the doubts within me.
Troubled by treasons,
Can I stand on my own?
Accept the challenge,
To deny my soul?
My blood betrays me,
I feel its call
To drink of the power,
To rule them all
Lingering light, a song too sweet
I curse the hope that moves my feet
Broken shards of humility;
Lasting legends haunting me
Starving for the strength,
To deny it all
To run with elves
With the Evenstar…
Deny thy path,
Forsake thy name
Or rise above
And face the shame
Save me from my darkest hour.
Curse the wretched ring of power.
Heir of pain, I am the scar,
From wounds of past
King Elessar
My reflection screams from the blade I hold,
The image of a man I hardly know
Who do they think that I will be?
I cannot escape the doubts within me.
Troubled by treasons,
Can I stand on my own?
Accept the challenge,
To deny my soul?
My blood betrays me,
I feel its call
To drink of the power,
To rule them all
Lingering light, a song too sweet
I curse the hope that moves my feet
Broken shards of humility;
Lasting legends haunting me
Starving for the strength,
To deny it all
To run with elves
With the Evenstar…
Deny thy path,
Forsake thy name
Or rise above
And face the shame
Save me from my darkest hour.
Curse the wretched ring of power.
Heir of pain, I am the scar,
From wounds of past
King Elessar
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