Impending Boreals.

In a warm meandering zephyr;
a quiet, soothing prayer.

Shall these years grow greyer?
making tears flow freer?

When people sneer,
at people's fear

Blind to their fear;
hurting those who are dear...

Seeing all this..

Starts fumbling in prayer,
an old, sad friar.

His tears indeed flowing freer;
with each passing year.


How did it come to this?

Let's find out.


How?



Together.



Finwë.