Weighing the Scale
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: I wrote this on a Wednesday night because my friend Yavanna has been asking/bugging me to write a non-hobbit fic. So here's a poem about Boromir, and him trying to decide what to do in FOTR. Enjoy, and I hope at least Yavanna's happy. =P
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I gaze over at Frodo
He seems so young, but I know
He is older than I can tell
The hobbit is wise beyond his years
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
Why do you tempt me,
O ye cursed ring? I cannot see
Why it chose me
To torture
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I desire to take the ring
To keep it as my own
But then these thoughts sting
With the knowledge of betrayal
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I swore my life to the hobbit
As much as I resent it, I must do it
But I have a loyalty to my country
As well
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I love my people with all my soul and heart
With them, I could never part
My life is bound to them, as is my honor
I would die if Gondor met its end
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
Its calls I can no longer drive away
It will rest in my palm
And there, forever stay
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: I wrote this on a Wednesday night because my friend Yavanna has been asking/bugging me to write a non-hobbit fic. So here's a poem about Boromir, and him trying to decide what to do in FOTR. Enjoy, and I hope at least Yavanna's happy. =P
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I gaze over at Frodo
He seems so young, but I know
He is older than I can tell
The hobbit is wise beyond his years
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
Why do you tempt me,
O ye cursed ring? I cannot see
Why it chose me
To torture
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I desire to take the ring
To keep it as my own
But then these thoughts sting
With the knowledge of betrayal
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I swore my life to the hobbit
As much as I resent it, I must do it
But I have a loyalty to my country
As well
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
The calls it sends me anymore.
Oh, what shall I do?
I love my people with all my soul and heart
With them, I could never part
My life is bound to them, as is my honor
I would die if Gondor met its end
It calls to me, day and night
I cannot sleep; I cannot fight
Its calls I can no longer drive away
It will rest in my palm
And there, forever stay