This is a poem from a P.O.V. of a woman from Gondor after the battle of Pelennor fields. I have no idea why I thought of this now...I personaly don't think it's that great, but I wanted to see what you guys think...I edited a little bit..I hope it's better now...
The Blood of Dead
A vast field, painted red.
An ended battle, the blood of dead.
The morning will come with a swift sunrise,
While the air smells foul, full of despise.
This field I see, red with blood.
Caused tears of grief, our sorrow floods.
The souls of loved ones put to rest,
As we honor them the way we know best.
Nienna sings, a lament for thee,
A prayer for the souls, can you not see?
On the edge of grief, death, and despair,
May we find strength to leave grief's lair.
In this world Eru has made,
Where in the end everything fades.
But where there's death, there's room for life.
The battle of life and death, a constant strife.
And hark! Behold, Eru's plan begins.
Pure and innocent, not stained with sins.
In the Halls of Mandos, the dead rejoice.
And the Valar may sing in a clear ringing voice.
Now thou has seen what Eru intended to be,
May our binds be gone and our spirits free.
So what'd you guys think? Please review!
