2. Once in Royal Anárion's City
Once in Royal Anárion's city
Stood a tomb, wherein the dead
Of the Stewards' line were buried
When their mortal coil they shed.
It's no longer in that town;
Someone went and burned it down...
Did the Steward even notice
What was driving him insane?
For palantir-viewing's worse than
Bad TV for rotting the brain,
'Specially when catastrophes
Are all the Eye will let you see!
"I see nothing but disaster -
First my wife dies, then my son.
Should I watch, then, while the Shadow
Slowly kills the other one?
Soon all things will turn to badness;
I have no cause left for gladness."
None for Denethor, that's certain.
If he's here still, he's a ghost.
But we are glad he did not manage
To turn Faramir to toast!
No - he'll be there, hale and hearty,
At HA's next hot tub party!
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