2. The Secret City
You can see, child, in your dreaming eyes,
Unmatched splendour of a land long gone:
Unused sword on empty throne,
Silver light by moonless skies.
You can hear, child, in your dreaming mind,
Fair faint chimes from the secret locked tower.
Ghostly voices mourn the hour,
Echo fading song and line.
You will weep, child, when the grasp is gone,
When the mist comes down around your soul,
Western law denies your goal
Banished, too, from Tirion.
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