The Song of Éowyn

by Galatyn Renner

I go, looking for death;

Searching, aching for death

That I may die far from the one I love,

For my love is not returned

And he told me not to go.

Another was told, as well,

One who, like me, must go by right

And so I take him with me.

I will not lift my sword

For I have come to die:

I will sleep tonight in peace

Without dreams of him

And I will never wake

In Middle-Earth again.

But before I do

I must break my vow

And raise my sword once more

For Evil rides.

It mocks my lord,

No living man may hinder it,

But still I stand

When all others have fallen:

For `Dernhelm' is no man.

A maiden of the Rohirrim

And an overlooked Hobbit

Have triumphed over the Lord of the Nazgul

And brought victory to Rohan

But not without price.

I wake to the call of him I love

Yet the love has dimmed a little.

His voice and athelas

Have called me from the Black Sleep.

Healed me, as they had healed another.

Now I must ride again,

Will no one bring news of war?

He will not, but bids me stay

And looks at me with pity,

But he does look

Unlike another, colder, higher.

Faramir warms me with his touch,

He brings summer to my heart,

And I will ride no more.

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