Galvaethor
His hair is as a starling's wing,
Dark and flowing, softly shining;
An ebon crown his brow adorning
His eyes the green of budding leaves
In springtime, 'neath the forest eaves,
Yet wise in that which they perceive
His jaw is a determined line
That contours of his face define
To firmly state his will benign
His smile is as the summer sun
Who's balmy rays warm everyone
And brighten the day with joy and fun
His rosy lips so firm yet gentle,
Unsullied by harsh words judgemental
Kind he is, not temperamental
O Galvaethor, light warrior!
Eregion's child from days of yore!
May Elbereth guide you to safe shore
His hair is as a starling's wing,
Dark and flowing, softly shining;
An ebon crown his brow adorning
His eyes the green of budding leaves
In springtime, 'neath the forest eaves,
Yet wise in that which they perceive
His jaw is a determined line
That contours of his face define
To firmly state his will benign
His smile is as the summer sun
Who's balmy rays warm everyone
And brighten the day with joy and fun
His rosy lips so firm yet gentle,
Unsullied by harsh words judgemental
Kind he is, not temperamental
O Galvaethor, light warrior!
Eregion's child from days of yore!
May Elbereth guide you to safe shore
