A/N : A glimpse of Boromir on his last journey down the Great River. There's this strict, two-stanza, off-rhyme pattern I found fun to write. Reviews welcome.
Rating : G
Disclaimer : Boromir isn't mine, and neither is the Anduin, and nor are the falls of Rauros that the poem refers to, though never in so many words. I do claim ownership of the poem itself.
Down the Anduin
Gold-splashed falls, they
Take his still
Form down to Anduin, as sparks
Stun
The pure white waters without stain.
Fair-faced, not cold
With proud will
But serene; redemption he has
Won;
That light of peace will never wane.
*****
