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The rush of blood that heralds the
death
He falls. The end is nigh, the soul released He falls. The standard that flew so high and proud The sword that never rested in the hand The shield that turned asunder a thousand blows The horn that rallied men who had given up all hope Will nevermore be seen this side of death For he has fallen. Lay out the bier, let all maidens weep He has fallen. Let all the hope that remain be destroyed He has fallen. Let men cower in their homes as the shadows close in He has fallen. For when the light that was the hope of us all Has fallen, Then what hope is left? What reason to live, what reason to carry on remains? He has fallen. And with him falls all.
*what I think Denethor would feel upon the 'death' of Faramir*
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