South Away

Leave the halls and caverns deep Were the forests wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim Float beyond the world of trees Past the rushes, past the reeds Past the marshes, weaving weeds By the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards South away! South away now! Far away seek the sunlight and the day Hail, Éomer Hail, King of the Mark

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025