A song from the early second age, "The Skeleton King" still snakes its way through villages even in the disorder of the third age.
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On the boats made of bone
And the waves made of stone
Came Àeton the skeleton king
A being of no laugh, and once more no cry
His was sorrow sans tears.
He’d wandered the ocean,
Cursed from first breath
For a crime he’d not been
Alive to see
His father had taken
His mother’s first blood
And left her for dead under tree
The trees bore him and
Raised him, and sent him afloat
And told him come back when you can
If after a time, time is no more,
You’re flesh will find peace in our vines
And so he sailed, and so he travelled,
Until one day he died, but time would not leave him,
So he decayed, bones scrubbed clean by the brine.
When he returned, the land didn’t know him
The land that had offered him life
And finally he stepped off the boat on to sand
And time caught back up and he died.
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