CALL TO THE LADIES OF THE RIDDERMARK
by Brightbear
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and his family and the movie belongs to Peter Jackson and several other people who aren't me.
Author's note: This poem was inspired by Éowyn's rant about Rohan's women taking up arms when necessary and by Tori Amos' song 'Mother'. No, you don't need to know the song, it's just what I was listening to at the time.
Fly from the nest
Take the armour
Take your sword
Bind that hair
Leave all your gowns
Behind you
First your sons
Then your fathers
Still the beasts
Of war and hate
Are ravenous
And starved
You must send
All your daughters
And your sisters
See if they will
Stop the flood
Or slow the tide
Send yourself
Ladies of the Mark
Fly from the nests
That you have made
The homes you
Have crafted
Throw aside your
Maidencraft, Ladies
Pray that it lies
Dormant
But not dead
In your absence
Pray that your
Sword is never
A part of your being
That cannot be
Thrown aside
When war is done
Stand as the Riddermark
Son and father
Mother and daughter
Pray for swift victory
And quick return
To worlds of ignorance.
by Brightbear
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and his family and the movie belongs to Peter Jackson and several other people who aren't me.
Author's note: This poem was inspired by Éowyn's rant about Rohan's women taking up arms when necessary and by Tori Amos' song 'Mother'. No, you don't need to know the song, it's just what I was listening to at the time.
Fly from the nest
Take the armour
Take your sword
Bind that hair
Leave all your gowns
Behind you
First your sons
Then your fathers
Still the beasts
Of war and hate
Are ravenous
And starved
You must send
All your daughters
And your sisters
See if they will
Stop the flood
Or slow the tide
Send yourself
Ladies of the Mark
Fly from the nests
That you have made
The homes you
Have crafted
Throw aside your
Maidencraft, Ladies
Pray that it lies
Dormant
But not dead
In your absence
Pray that your
Sword is never
A part of your being
That cannot be
Thrown aside
When war is done
Stand as the Riddermark
Son and father
Mother and daughter
Pray for swift victory
And quick return
To worlds of ignorance.