Encouraged by the lack of flames for my other poem (not many reviews either, though) I decided to post this one too. I wrote it as a sort-of dialog between Faramir and Boromir, to try to show the differences in the way they think. (Don't know if I succeeded)
Italics-Boromir
Normal-Faramir
I'm sorry about the method I used to separate the verses. Somehow, the 'single-line break' doesn't work.
Disclaimer: - I am J.R.R Tolkein, come back from the dead! I have decided to give up writing for money and reaching a larger amount of people because I have an insane urge to write on this site!
Real disclaimer: - Yeah right. And pigs might fly. I do not own anything related to Tolkein. Please ignore the disclaimer titled 'disclaimer' and read the real disclaimer instead. It's not my fault if you don't.
I do not love the sword for its sharpness
Nor the warrior for his strength
Nor the endless war for its bloodiness
I love only what they defend
I love the sword for its sharpness
And the warrior for his strength
And the endless war for its bloodiness
But I too love what they defend
City of Queens rising to the sky
Mistress of the lands
Above all others, towering high
Against him she proudly stands
Minas Tirith, Tower of Guard
The ever-watching men of my land
Minas Anor, Gondor unmarred
The helm, the scepter and the healing hand
I wish for the coming of the one
Who shall again herald the dawn
I wish for a time when this war is done
And the birds once more can be heard in song
I wish for the darkness to never have been
And for Gondor to stand alone
I wish for the visions I have seen
I wish for the helm and the throne
Last of the Kingdoms of old is she
Last of those who stand
Against the darkness, defending the free
Our homes, our hearts, our lands
If two Kingdoms become one again
If we cast away our pride
The sun shall peep through the misty rain
And there will be no need to hide
If Gondor falls, who shall stand
And stem the flowing tide?
A river cannot be stopped by a hand
And then shall come the Night
If but one tree grows again
If but one bird flies
Then this war will not have been in vain
Even if our fair city dies
Reviews, please! Criticism is welcome.
