I
This being the grave tale
of Faramir, bold and brave
who did retrieve, from peril dire
for his sire, the golden ring
That Denethor, bereft of hope
whose eldest son had set upon
the ever-flowing Anduin
and him received the boundless sea
The younger brother proved his steel
though saved from the refining fire
by halfling bold, and twice a fool
yet father and hoard perished in flame
II
In youth the hero sword did shun
to study lore, with wizard mingled
learning much, betraying naught
still was observed by Lord all-seeing
Steward of the Kings' City
that southern bastion,
fell to waste
who espied Northward, ever watchful
saviour, supplanter 'midst the wilderness
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