This is a poem inspired by the character of Eowyn from the Lord of the Rings I'm thinking about adding another verse at the end, but.

At Duty's Call

At duty's call you stand, true and steady

The Black Hand itself could not move your feet

In the thunder of hoof beats there pounds a warning

And you wait while your people ready themselves

For you have been ready long ago

The chance you have long awaited

Draws ever closer with each breath you draw

But at last when the chance comes you are bound

Your duty holds you, and as water cannot be grasped

It slips through your fingers

Now all your hopes are lost to you

All of them save one

That before all is lost you will make your stand

As the pillar of stone, immovable and strong

Before you are struck down

Your time has come and your battle begun

And you will fight for your cause to the very last

Before you fall in flame, valiant and fearless

But something goes wrong in your plans

For you are too strong

A soul lost in darkness, a king of evil

Has been felled by your slim hand

Your deed is renowned, but your wish not granted

Your spirit broken, healed in body, but not in heart

Your life meaningless



But out of your misery reaches a hand

An open heart and a gentle face

And suddenly your world is changed

Your heart set free to learn to love

And you stand in the light