Bregalad's Lament

O rowan mine, I saw you shine on summer's day,
How golden-red the crown you bore aloft.
O rowan dead, upon you head you hair is dry and grey
You crown is spilled, your voice is stilled, forever and a day.

I'm growing more and more convinced I have Entish affections.

LOTR on repeat. Will I ever stop raping the reread button...