The Lay of Eowyn
For one so young to suffer
A lifetimes pain and grief
Death and unrequited love
Borne without relief
Tomorrows vistas seem a void
No offering can fill
Yet this maiden steels herself
To live by force of will
To fight for fate or destiny
Or something in between
To see the king upon his throne
Though she would not be queen
And so she fell in battle
And few knew she survived
And when she woke in safety
She felt the more deprived
She felt desire and valor go
She wanted not to live
The emptiness within her soul
Had nothing left to give
When all her hope had faded
And chance for joy had gone
When tears sat dormant in her eyes
As dew at winter's dawn
Her inner light extinguished
Her body begged for death
Then once upon a garden walk
He bade her take a breath
She raised her eyes to meet his gaze
How kind it did appear
She let him take her hand in his
And walked with Faramir
A smile, a touch, a gentle word
From shadow into this
She came once more to daylight
Emboldened by his kiss
The Steward's son had claimed her
O're great and lessor men
The Lady beauteous and brave
The Lady Eowyn
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The Sword and The Stone
Far within the deeping walls
With his thoughts alone
He seeks no others council
He holds the covered stone
Mordor, Gondor, War, the Ring
His mind begins to blur
And as the shadow closes in
His heart remembers her
Steadfast in him, her heart remained
He saw it in her eyes
Nothing is impossible
If she will be the prize
He sets the mystic relic
Covered still upon a shelf
He draws the new-forged Anduril
And thus prepares himself
One slice upon the ligature
The shroud slips to the ground
The seeing stone ablaze with light
The Eye within is bound
Unafraid, he bade it see
And brandished Anduril
"You shall not have that which is mine!
Nor overcome my will.
By blood I claim my birthright!
And deliver your defeat.
See your death grow ever nigh
My victory complete!"
Replacing now the shroud which fell
And tying tight the string
And gently sheathing Anduril
He leaves the room...a king
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Gollum's Dirge
An afternoon of fishing
Asked Deagol, "Will you come?
I'm sure you would enjoy it
You seem so very glum."
And so began the journey
So innocent at first
That simple search for dinner
Would leave an awful thirst
Deagol saw it sparkle
He saw it glistening
There upon the riverbed
Deagol saw the ring
He reached down and drew it up
He showed it to his friend
"Look Smeagol, I have found a ring"
And did, his hand extend
Smeagol looked upon the Ring
His eyes grew open wide
And overcome with jealousy
Smeagol quickly lied
"How lucky you should find it now
That shiny little thing
We would like a birthday gift
We would like the Ring
Give it to us Deagol dear
Our birthday is today
We deserves to have it
We should have our way"
Deagol tried to keep the Ring
But Smeagol did persist
As Deagol's heart stopped beating
"My precious", Smeagol hissed
Smeagol fled that very day
His old world left behind
The power which had made him kill
Had cracked his fragile mind
For many years he held it
For near an age of man
He diminished into Gollum
A creature without clan
In the gloom of Gollum's cave
The Ring of power slept
And then one day awakened
As shadow slowly crept
The ring betrayed it's keeper
And stole it's self away
Twas time to seek it's maker
Twas destiny at play
For sixty years he sought it
Reduced to flesh and bone
His will was fixed upon it
His heart a bitter stone
When again he saw the Ring
A hobbit was ensnared
He offered aide and service
Pretended that he cared
By night he plotted, planned and schemed
To take his precious Ring
This hobbit would destroy it
This false and tricksy thing
The course was set, he followed it
Into the cracks of Doom
And then the hobbit put it on
Beside the lava flume
Gollum leapt and bit and fell
And Gollum won the game
Forever, he and precious
In molten rock and flame