Return of The King

I had a dream of those,
White tree’s leaves, flowers, and roots,
So long it had been so pale,
The dream has hinted to me again…
The wind is whispering deep in me,
The king must return,
Once and for all…
Too long the dark has lured,
Time must come for,
The grey to turn white…

Why would the dream
Always end in dark, terror and mean?
Shall the day never see a light again?
Too long the fear had corrupted the mind,
No more, no more shall it reign…

The dream had hinted to me again,
The white tree’s flowers blooming,
All over again…
The flags are all high again,
For the king is coming,
To the city of the kings…

The broken blade shall
Come to the gate,
Shards of Narsil shall
Turned to Anduril again…
For the fate of the king is sealed,
The white tree has spoken
Through the dreams,
It has spoken through the dreams.