Editing The Lord of Caran-Rhaw

:''The trees were thick, the mountains wide, the sun set in the West
:''When Gil’G’lad came to Caran-Rhaw and tarried for a rest.
:''The warriors strong, the glitt’ring mail, the spears and swords were bright.
:''they marched to death at Barad-Dur, they march’ed out of sight.

:''The years grew long, the years grew late, the land grew dark and dim.
:''The forest turned to rot and shade, the Yew, once fat, now thin.
:''The Lady passed unto the west, a Lord there was no more.
:''The Lords had fallen ‘pon the Marsh, the Lord of Caran-Rhaw.

:''The final heir, the last in line, once hail and swift and true.
:''Now sorrowful, now weary-eyed, now ever tired he grew.
:''He laid his brow upon the tombs, where kin and cousin lay.
:''And slept for many long a year in gentle slumber, fey.

:''With close’d eye, and breath so thin, the sleeping Lord yet dreamt.
:''And stirred when Shadow closing in, His will ‘pon hatred bent.
:''Bare witness to, now watch! Now see! The sleeping Lord awakes!
:''The standard, proud, of Caran-Rhaw, ‘pon gentle breeze yet breaks.
:''To Sea! To Wood! to Lorien, to Imladris and Hollin!
:''The Lord of Caran-Rhaw now walks, in vengeance of the fallen.''