Yes. I am obsesed with writing Grima and Éowyn poems. I think this might be my favorite though, and I hope you all like it. For Jamie.

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And she dreams in rosey colors
whispering his name before the dawn
and he thinks of something bigger
then the shame that he floats on
and I believe one day it comes to pass
that neither he or she will know
That to keep a pretty garden
you need the sun to make it grow
 
Moving on I think she soon will know
what it means to have ones pity
moving on I think he'll soon regret
that he fled far from the city
because the light the darkness shadows
and neither one of them anticipates
that the test of all these bitter fears
will result in different fates.
 
Far beyond the grasp of minds
she finds a place to shine
far beyond the grasp of hearts
in the darkness he reclines
while awake she wonders never more
where the path that he took bound him
that the shire dead upon the stone
is where the bitter gods then found him
 
But in the depths of darker dreams
she reaches out to him to know
the sun never reached his garden gate
and the flowers ceased to grow
and she'll remember then, if just in shadows
that he stood there in her rooms
and for only just a space in time
did she believe that he could bloom.