What of Rohan?
What of Rohan, now that the battle has ended?
What
of the empty halls filled with pain,
Which will crumble in the
rain?
Dust now sits on the throne of kings,
And rust forms on
hauberk rings.
The battle has ended, but the fires blaze.
The
tales may fade, but the sorrow stays.
What of Rohan? Will it
fall?
On the battlefield, at the end of all?
A lonely standard
waves,
The only mark for many graves.
Eorl's steed, strong
and white,
The tip of his spear was like starlight.
Though
tattered and torn, the flag still flies
Beneath the deep blue of
the horseman's skies.
It was defiant - even after the fires
died,
And all the tears had been cried -
Many have fallen, it
seemed to say,
But Rohan will never fade away.
