Helm's Deep

Helm's Deep

Metin Esen
Where now the horse and the rider? where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. #Helms_deep #hurnburg #minas_tirith #rohan
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