Sweet Release

by Navana

Boromir, son of Denethor, finds himself in a long fall into shadow. His thoughts on Aragorn and the ring. Poem.

Sweet Release

Lord Aragorn, a shadow of the night,

Would you see your tower fall?

Or would you stand true and fight?

I would set things right.

But amongst this new hope I have found,

I hear my father's voice within.

This sad and sorrowing sound,

Still striving to win.

Have you seen it;

The white tower above the winds that swirl;

Where great kings would once sit;

A great spike of silver and pearl?

How far would you go, my lord,

To rise above the ashes of your line?

To win with love and with the sword,

Or take the water over the wine?

One day we shall come there,

To our home and our kin,

And rise above all sadness and dispair,

And break free of the darkness' sin.

But within me, I feel a shadow grow,

It slowly brings me down,

And I am unable to show

That I would take your crown.

Jealous has been the line of my Men,

That power would be theirs.

But never in my mind would I wonder when,

I would find one of Isildur's heirs.

But forgive me,

I could not resist the ring,

I could not see.

I would have followed you my King.

Beyond these circles I will go,

Before the world will change.

This sword is all I have to show,

But honor is long out of my range.

Now I see my wrong.

Let me be in peace,

For I have not long.

At last, a sweet release.