Disclaimer: I don't own Eowyn, but I do own this poem about her thoughts.
Note: wow, I wrote this a long time ago and have been so busy that I
haven't thought about it until now. Thanks for waiting please R&R! Enjoy.

Alone

Alone
With the barren wasteland of life before me
Love came with freedom on its wings
And promised warmth for my cold days
But now love has left me and the cage is clear
And perhaps I will be cold forever.
But coldness bites like a knife
And what is frozen is sharp
My heart is in pieces with edges that cut
Frozen pieces will become weapons
And when I shatter-
I'll have what I couldn't have in life
Peace