Title: Strider
Author: Celebrian Helyanwe
Disclaimer: Nope, it never was mine. Why do I have to keep answering the same question?

A man sits in a corner alone.
The townsmen talk and jest-
But no one notices him-
A ranger of the north.

No townsman know his name,
For none has ever bothered to ask.
They call him Strider for he travels far on foot;
In High Elven Telcontar.

Many nights he' traveled abroad,
For simple townsmen's sakes.
Sometimes with fellow ranger, yet
He is more oft alone.

The townsmen neither know nor care.
They trust him not, but loves his tales.
To them his greatest virtue is
He's seldom and briefly there.

His beloved he has not seen for years.
He rises to his feet and leaves the room.
Will this ranger be ever thus-
An outsider looking in?