Yet another one of my stabs at poetry (see Hurin Hui, Hwinyalosse). I don't own LotR.
No Triumph Without Loss
I survey the battlefield
And I wish my heart was healed
So many lives were destroyed today
So many souls taken in the fray
Hopes were lost
At so huge a cost
Bodies reek of gore and death
Not one of them takes a breath
Riders of Rohan, Guards of the Citadel
Fought for justice and they fell
We won the battle at Pelennor
But what was this victory really for?
Some say to preserve good
But why with so much blood?
I know that this was the only way
But I wish that I could say
I've lost the one I loved to you
For now he's gone, my life is through.
What does everyone think?