Dawn's wind and winter's snow
The crimson-edged sky and the crashing of waves
Wielding his sword, dealing a fatal blow
Until the end of his days
The Elucidator of Night
His oath to him alone
Enemies are left in blight
Bearer of Hope and defier of dread
Over mountains unknown
Crossing the grassy, everlasting plains alone
The way ahead, wherever it may lead
Filled with memories of those that are dead
In love with the Elf that saved his life
To protect her, is his continuous strife
No more sadness, and no more sorrow
The people in these lands can look out to a brighter tomorrow
Noble by birth, commoner by heart and mind
Forgiveness in Gondor, yet to find
His habits are called weird and peculiar by most
But he's always in for a pleasant toast
Dagsamir Snowbourne be his name
To him, life is more than a game
Not looking for power, nor for fame
Only, to erase everyone's pain
