The Song of Éowyn
by Galatyn Renner
I go, looking for death;
Searching, aching for death
That I may die far from the one I love,
For my love is not returned
And he told me not to go.
Another was told, as well,
One who, like me, must go by right
And so I take him with me.
I will not lift my sword
For I have come to die:
I will sleep tonight in peace
Without dreams of him
And I will never wake
In Middle-Earth again.
But before I do
I must break my vow
And raise my sword once more
For Evil rides.
It mocks my lord,
No living man may hinder it,
But still I stand
When all others have fallen:
For `Dernhelm' is no man.
A maiden of the Rohirrim
And an overlooked Hobbit
Have triumphed over the Lord of the Nazgul
And brought victory to Rohan
But not without price.
I wake to the call of him I love
Yet the love has dimmed a little.
His voice and athelas
Have called me from the Black Sleep.
Healed me, as they had healed another.
Now I must ride again,
Will no one bring news of war?
He will not, but bids me stay
And looks at me with pity,
But he does look
Unlike another, colder, higher.
Faramir warms me with his touch,
He brings summer to my heart,
And I will ride no more.
For A. G. N. : What could you have been?
by Galatyn Renner
I go, looking for death;
Searching, aching for death
That I may die far from the one I love,
For my love is not returned
And he told me not to go.
Another was told, as well,
One who, like me, must go by right
And so I take him with me.
I will not lift my sword
For I have come to die:
I will sleep tonight in peace
Without dreams of him
And I will never wake
In Middle-Earth again.
But before I do
I must break my vow
And raise my sword once more
For Evil rides.
It mocks my lord,
No living man may hinder it,
But still I stand
When all others have fallen:
For `Dernhelm' is no man.
A maiden of the Rohirrim
And an overlooked Hobbit
Have triumphed over the Lord of the Nazgul
And brought victory to Rohan
But not without price.
I wake to the call of him I love
Yet the love has dimmed a little.
His voice and athelas
Have called me from the Black Sleep.
Healed me, as they had healed another.
Now I must ride again,
Will no one bring news of war?
He will not, but bids me stay
And looks at me with pity,
But he does look
Unlike another, colder, higher.
Faramir warms me with his touch,
He brings summer to my heart,
And I will ride no more.
For A. G. N. : What could you have been?
