Lays of the War of the Ring
Guthlaf the Banner Bearer
Beside Theoden, regal Rohan's lord
Rode great Guthlaf, soldier loyal
Bore fair white horse on woven soil
To rally those who wielded the sword
O'er the hoard hung the specter of cloudy death
Diving down into the desperate melee
Up rose the Nazgul and Guthlaf was slain
Bright flag in the dust, a last gasping breath
In glory 'next your king cast down
To Rohan shall return no more
But lie in Gondor's earth, renowned
A hero in their songs of war
Trying my hand at the sonnet form. How'd it work?
