Stumbled across this poem.
Tolkein Tolkien**. Kill me now, because I really like it.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
**Apparently my geek cred isn’t very high since I misspelled his name. I think I feel better about that. 😉