Boromir

A man of Gondor, the city of old

Boromir the one of faith

The man who's pace is quickened

By the calling of the Ring's wraith

He carries a shield

His weapon is also a sword

He protects the hobbits with his whole life or death

And by that he holds to his word

Becoming a member

Of the Fellowship so great

The Ring draws him closer

To Frodo's destined fate

And by his allegiance

He pledges great

To lead Gondor in the war

And capture Middle Earth's power in its entirety, it's great

He fights at the Realm of Amon-Hen

His death results in fear

The Fellowship is broken

All but none shed a tear

Three arrows of poison

Stab him to his death

They grieve for his loss

He fought bravely, he took his last breath

Stumbling to the ground

His heart vanishes away

But his soul lives forever

In the faith of the Fellowship's debt will pay ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*