THE FALL OF BOROMIR
A/N: This is by Grace. R&R and make her happy=}
Disclaimer: Me no own nuttin!
Temptation, lust for the one,
Desire before the war had begun,
A longing, a painful ache,
The greed of it my will shall break.
A vast blackness, a limitless power,
Its sable grip my soul will devour.
A golden ring, Isildor's bane,
Makes my breath draw in endless pain.
I blow my horn, but all in vain,
My short life begins to wane.
Black-feathered arrows enter my breast,
I close my eyes in endless rest.
A/N: Ain't it good? How come she always thinks of the cool words?????? Well, R&R, puleeeeeeeeeze!!!!! Pritty please?