Lament For Merry
A cheerful soul so pure and sweet,
Victim to darkness and deceit,
Snatched from the battlefield in dismay,
Meriadoc, the Nazgul's prey,
His face so pale, eyes shining blue,
Blood spilling from a heart so true,
His life slipped away in one heart's beat,
Grieved with icy tears of sleet,
Etching scars into everyone's mind,
Leaving memories of a loving kind,
Alas, he is forever gone,
Yet still the battle carries on.