that one day it will flower.
That a king will come
and this city will be as it once was...
...before it fell into decay.
The old wisdom borne out
of the West was forsaken.
Kings made tombs more splendid
than the houses of the living...
...and counted the old names
of their descent...
...dearer than the names of their sons.
Childless lords sat in aged halls,
musing on heraldry...
...or in high, cold towers,
asking questions of the stars.
And so the people of Gondor
fell into ruin.
The line of kings failed.
The White Tree withered.
The rule of Gondor was given over
to lesser men.
