Eowyn's Song

Running
I sprint
Dashing into war
Not in want to make a name for myself
Leaving such a fool's misguided folly
To the unrequited sycophantic

No opportunity for despair
Fewer moments to spare for melancholy
Unwavering is the gilded blade
I wield impossibly in the frantic

Charging through the collapsing lines
Fury of the axe upon tin shield
Flaming volley raining down
Everywhere around me on the battlefield

Dodging the poisoned tips of spears
Becoming painfully numb to my fears
As I watch yet another mother's son
Die within the prime of his years

A weaving of mist, ash and fume
I choke for breath in the woolen air
Draped across the plain as if a bloody wound
Nursed without any tender care

Too late for any promises to keep
As I venture deep into the foray
To find more of my kin
Have come to lay

Dead and broken
Their fate, an eternal sleep
Blanketed underneath this awful burial shroud
It takes everything in me to carry onward

Lamenting the fallen
And through the tears
I wail aloud

Now you shall taste
The deadly sweet kiss of my blade
Far from being a timid lass
I am no servant maid
The mold of my destiny
Long ago, it was cast
Forged for this battle now
I was made

And if I remain standing
When this darkness has passed
In the fleeting moments
Of your life, your very last

If your ego is that demanding
Take it as an insult to your pride

And wear it like a crown
On this very day
That you will have died

Under dawning sky
When the morning star comes around
You may shatter my bones, but I will not break
No swinging hammer shall ever bring me down
If any can

In a lifetime spent unafraid to die
And having lived quietly in the shadows of men
Now hear the rage in my voice, my battlecry
Hear it loud
Suffer me now

I am no man






inspired by The Hobbit and The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien