memories

The power of five is broken ,
As the bond between 2 tears like linen .
The minor shall leave to form new ties ,
As a new found friend arrives to revive what dies .
All that is gold that does not glitter ,
Not all 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.

A poem i sorta composed... the first few lines i made myself.. the last few i took from LOTR's Riddle of Strider.
i want to use this to tell someone that, even tho smth ended, another shall reveal itself.