Zephyr

This is my first LOTR related poem (well, just because it has Eowyn in
it...). Excuse it for being short, but I sort of like it that way heh. I hope
you all like it. I tried to write my descriptions as vividly as possible-
trying to make a peaceful and calm type of poem for those of you stressed
out there.
Please read and review. They're what encourages me to keep writing. –Meggin

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Zephyr.
The Shieldmaiden of Rohan awakens
At the first light of dawn
Silence engulfs her surroundings
As she patters silently down the corridors
Zephyr.
The Lady walks barefoot to the stables
And gathers her steed
It is still dark outside
A pale, cold violet clinging to the sky
Zephyr.
The pair rush out at the approaching day
Galloping freely through the silent fields of lush
Flying under the sun's minute rays
Zephyr.
The gale of chill wind whips her hair
Across her pale face
A morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill
Her eyes are closed
Her lips are upturned at one end
Savoring the aloneness
The sun
The sky
The mountains
And the ever invisible
Zephyr.