Rain pours down upon Helms Deep on a night
The orcs roar loudly at their enemy
I string an arrow on my bow to fight
Creatures fighting and dying to be free
An arrow shoots past me, thus begins war
Ladders filled with orcs connect to the wall
I look at the dead, their faces are poor
I heard an explosion then a great fall
Men surround the wall defending their home
A dwarf and a man charge into the mob
They keep safe by blocking the door with stone
King Theoden says, "Of our lives, they rob."
The sun rises as Gandalf rides forth here
The war for Helms Deep has passed, but in heart-fear