The blades are drawn.
One – elegant and gracefully deadly;
The other – ugly and harsh.
Opponents are evenly matched,
The swordsmen ready for battle.
Although they do not see each other now,
They are aware of one another.
They are preparing to meet the dawn,
To die for their beliefs.
Practice blows are swung,
Mentally rehearsing what was learned
So long ago.
Steel lily is pitted against dark creature.
One will fall, one will walk away victorious.
Golden waterfall ends this servant's time;
The Witch King cannot stand against Éowyn.