Thread:AngryLance/@comment-39280634-20200609090822/@comment-27666783-20200626052306

As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore. For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see no more. But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you, For corruption fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.