The Man from Gondor...
He whispers into my neck,
sweet nothings and rushed promises,
I know he can't keep.
my heart is torn,
as his kisses travel in a rabbit trail down my chest.
He is mortal, he will not last this war,
I can feel it, this tall man from Gondor.
This captain of his people will not return.
But just for tonight I will forget my myself,
I will forget that he is fleeting,
because, if by some twist of fate he lives...
I cry out why he enters me,
the mallon tree are the only ones who hear,
and I can feel the steady hum of life in their roots.
Almost matching the hum in my core.
after we're through we lay together under the trees.
His arms wrapped around me,
I know he is fleeting, but by Elbereth!
Let this night stretch beyond it's boundries,
let it drag on forever,
becuse we leave in the morning,
and I know this will be
the last living reprise for the man beside me,
What will I do when he goes?
this fair man from Gondor,
Oh Boromir! I wish that my heart was wrong.