A 'Returning from War' poem, by: ELF_BOY1
From a war torn ground back to our halls
From hard ground to our cushioned chairs!
Tankards with ale for Hobbits dwarves and men
Wine for the elves and food for all!
Returning from burning piles of orcs and the heat of battle!
Back to our halls and by a warm fire
Woe to our dea.d friends
Who fought with glory and died with honor
They did not run but stood and fought against great numbers
But joy to the free peoples in this land
For freedom is won and glory found.
(The reason dea.d is spelled that way is cause my computer filters out the word and you wouldn't be able to see it me thinks)