Denethor
2. Sonnet: Thorongil
The Eagle-Star reclines upon a chair
His posture lithe, yet all his limbs at rest
His body still, his eyes are everywhere
A sparkle in them as if at some jest
The smoke he breathes surrounds him like a cloud
And there he waits, well hid within its gloom
He silent sits, he does not speak aloud
Yet watches all that happens in the room.
So watchful, like a hawk in silent flight
A distance twixt him and his fellow men
Or even as a wolf which stalks the night
He seems as one far beyond mine own ken.
As well as one with simple talents can
I seek the mysteries within the man
His posture lithe, yet all his limbs at rest
His body still, his eyes are everywhere
A sparkle in them as if at some jest
The smoke he breathes surrounds him like a cloud
And there he waits, well hid within its gloom
He silent sits, he does not speak aloud
Yet watches all that happens in the room.
So watchful, like a hawk in silent flight
A distance twixt him and his fellow men
Or even as a wolf which stalks the night
He seems as one far beyond mine own ken.
As well as one with simple talents can
I seek the mysteries within the man
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