Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West
for your King shall come again,
and He shall dwell among you,
all the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
and He shall plant it in the high places,
and the City shall be blessed.
–The Return of the King
In the Darkest hour, when all that is Good and Holy seems lost, there rises like a small flame, the Light of Hope. Soon the tide of Darkness turns back, the glory of the Light spreading like the golden Dawn from end to end of the sky. The shadow of death fades away, powerless against Hope.