Rain Soaked Pleas For Justice:
The Story of A Child Soldier
Tension and fear cloud my mind
How many of us tonight will die?
Clothed in armor, here I stand
A hilt and blade held in my
hand
Though I'm only ten years old
I must aid this fight, I'm told
I can hear my mother and
sisters cry
They know in their hearts I'm going to die
Old men and children are
dressed in mail
Their pain and hopelessness barely veiled
We are far outnumbered on this night
There is no hope to win this fight
To whatever Gods there may be
I need someone to answer me
Please, someone, heed my prayer
Listen to me if you are there:
Keep Rohan proud and strong
Prevent things from going wrong
Save us from an early death
By your power, may you protect
Listen to the prayer of one
young boy
I pray my people are not destroyed
Though I may not live out the night
I will try to end this bitter fight.
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A/N: I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out, so *grins* Yay, I guess. I wrote this after reading ROTK and listening to music.
Why I wrote about Helms's Deep in particular remains a mystery even to me. And as for who's POV this is, it's a child soldier, no one in particular.
Lots of love to people who review! *hint hint hint*