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The Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers
In shadowed lands where darkness weaves,
A tale of strength, of hearts that cleave,
To hope, though all seems lost and torn,
In middle earth, where dreams are born.
The Two Towers rise, foreboding, tall,
Yet heroes stand, though fear might call,
With every step, a burden great,
But onward still, they challenge fate.
In forest deep, where Ents do roam,
In ancient tongues, they guard their home,
The whispers of the trees, the earth,
Speak of the age, of death, rebirth.
Through battles fierce, where blood is shed,
Where brother fights, where tears are bled,
The light still flickers in the night,
A beacon, small, but ever bright.
For in the heart of every man,
A strength resides, a hidden plan,
To rise, to fight, though odds be vast,
To claim the dawn, to break the fast.
The Two Towers, symbols of the fight,
Of darkness deep, and piercing light,
But in the end, the choice is clear,
To stand with hope, to conquer fear.
