This is a poem I wrote a long time ago about Eowyn, and how she must feel in the Houses of Healing. Please review, but be nice this is my first time on
Eowyn, Battlemaid of Rohan
She stands a lone in a field of flowers,
Lying still, for hours and hours,
Her heart is broken, like shards of glass,
She feels the pain will never pass,
Her wings of freedom have been clipped by gloom,
The hunger of life, the need to flee, her doom,
Pain and torment swim in her mind,
Memories of the love she left behind,
On the battlefield her destiny was laid,
Fate of a heroic battle maid,
But no matter her feat, no matter her deed,
She is still left empty of her great need,
Him, the one who came to her like in a dream,
To save the ones she held in esteem,
She loved him from the second she saw him, the moment they spoke,
But now it only felt as though fate had played a cruel joke,
For he loved another,
One above her, and he would have no other,
There was no one else for her, or so she did assume,
Yet as she stood looking out into gloom,
One stood behind her, one she had cast astray,
But now he stood by her side, not wanting to go away
He pledged his love, but she ignored,
The thought of loving another, she deplored,
But perhaps it was wrong to despair as she had,
And she looked at him, her heart was glad,
The one she loved she dreamt of no longer
And she found a true love even stronger