Author's Note: Ok, I know I'm not really good at poetry, so please no flames. This poem is about how Boromir fought to protect Merry and Pippin. Hope you like it! I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of its awesome characters.

Boromir's Lament

With a sword in his hand
And a shield on his back
Boromir ran to begin his attack

He had to protect them
He had to try
Though Boromir knew this would be his goodbye

The Gondorian horn
Sounded that day
Not much longer could he keep them at bay

To Merry and Pippin
Boromir cried "Run!"
It was now all the Urik-hei against one

Though there wasn't much hope
Boromir fought
It wasn't too long before he was shot

He continued to fight
Despite all the pain
And then Boromir was shot again

He was too weak to fight
Though again he tried
Then another arrow was thrust in his side

The Hobbits were taken
As Boromir fell
The Hobbits were gone and their group was dispelled

With his dark brown hair
And his grayish-blue eyes
This Lord of Gondor
Would not again rise