A guest poem suggested by Linnea:
Gil-galad was an elven kingof him the harpers sadly singthe last whose realm was fair and freebetween the mountains and the sea.
His lance was long his sword was keenhis shining helm afar was seen.The countless stars of heaven’s fieldwere mirrored in his silver shield.
Then long ago he rode awayand where he dwelleth none can say.For into darkness fell his star,in Mordor where the shadows are.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings