(©Shirley Starke 1991)

The sword that flashed in darkest night,
Where we'd been taken away,
The sword that led us in its light
From the darkness into the day,
And still the captives' grief,
And killed the foemen's chief,
And saved us all from the goblins' hall
Will lead us into the fray.

Sword was worn ere we were born
By the king of a country far.
Who wears it now may well adorn
Its hist'ry like a star.
Though brave the foe may be,
And many more than we,
They cannot stand 'gainst that sword in the hand of
That leader who's taken us thus far.

Comments
Artist Comment: "Song for the White Rider was written in 1968, after I'd read The Lord of the Rings for the first time. The style is merely my own; I did not attempt to imitate the inimitable. It is neither more nor less than a first reaction, sometimes accurately reflecting what I read, sometimes not, but expressing my wonder at the beginnings of an understanding that would grow for a lifetime."