Alas! Poor Boromir!
The Second of the Pity Poems
By: MysticalPoet

Alas! poor Boromir!
Thy woe is taken
Thy sorrow shaken
Thy tears art not in vain
For we yet see thy pain.

For the guilt thou must feel
Admittedly, to thee I kneel
For it was not thy fault
That thou wouldst not halt
To take the Ring.

Alas! dear Boromir!
Might thou rest in peaceful sleep
And the river thy soul keep;
And might thou be aware
That the Ring now is there
Destroyed in Mount Doom.

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Aww, do I need to do another one?
Fine. It isn't mine, hun!