I have heard the Ballads
And the Lays
And the great Tales and Songs
And I have written a Lament
It is small
But it will do.
If it conveys
What I feel,
Then my job is done.
So read it if you are so inclined
If not, then leave right now.
Boromir the Fair
You were named
And you were fair.
Boromir the Tall
You were called
And it was true.
You were much taller than me
Boromir the Bold
You were know as
And bold you were.
Father,
Is what I called you
And you were my father.
I could not come with the Company
I was a child.
Our goodbye was bitter.
You feared for my safety till you came back
And I knew you would die
But could not tell.
Cause I read those stupid books.
That told me what would happen.
So I waited
Watching your death
A thousand times in my head.
Cause I also saw that stupid movie
So that I knew your final moments.
But one day I rode out
Through the pass that Bilbo took
To Lorien,
The Golden Wood
But you had just left.
So I spurred my horse onward
Praying that I was not
Too late.
I almost was.
I came amid the battle
And saw you felled
By many arrows
And screams of 'Daddy!'
Echoed the wood
Even if I was not related by blood
You were my Daddy
So I changed the end
I spoke to you in your final moments
And wept
That I had lost another father
This time one that deserved to live
And I did not care if Aragorn did not get your final words
My heart was tearing
And my hands were trembling
And my father fell.
When Aragorn killed the thing
He found me clutching you
Though you breathed no more
Farewell,
Boromir the Fair
The Tall
The Bold
My father
I love you
And I'll carry on
And someday
In the halls of your fathers
I'll find you
In the end.
Eternity is a long time
But if it takes that long
I'll find you
You have my word.