The Hornburg's Walls, a lord of the rings fanfic

Disclaimer: J. R. R. Tolkien owns Helm's Deep along with its attackers and defenders.

The Hornburg and Helm's Deep are both names for Rohan's mountain fortress that has never been conquered.

Upon the Hornburg's walls,

Beneath the shadowed clouds,

The darkest night now falls

And coldest rock enshrouds.

The rain drips down the stone,

In rivulets is lost;

Here we will stand alone,

Though all shall bear the cost.

So soon our foes ascend

To fight us on the strand,

And here we must defend,

Be it our final stand.

And so it seems must be—

The end of hope has come—

For much too few are we

To safeguard this our home.

We wait beneath our fears

And hopeless search for light;

The rain drips down our spears—

Helm's Deep shall hold this night.

A/N: First, random poetical note: I am well aware that "come" and "home" do not technically rhyme, but they are paired so often in poems and hymns and whatnot that I felt that I could justify using them as well.

Anyway, this is a poem of the thoughts of any Rohirric soldier on that never-ending rainy night of the Battle of the Hornburg in the Two Towers. I tried to convey mixed hopelessness and determination. Did I succeed? I'd love to have your opinion. Blessings!