The sky darkens
The battle rages on.
As arrows pierce,
As screams emit,
Aragorn witnesses it all.
His blade shimmering in the light,
his reflection clearly potrayed.
He swears to silence his foes
and win the war between Good and Evil.

It is now,
His time for glory,
and victory,
and power.
His crown depends on this.
He charges through the rain,
arrows pelting his fellow men.

His leather boots pounding,
his heart beating,
He swings his sword at an orc.

One down, many to go.
Will he win the war between the Good and Evil?