The Heart of Faramir

Raised with books and learning

He studied and he read

And where his father should have been

A wizard stood instead

He was his mother's favored child

His mettle seen by none

E're in his brother's shadow

The Steward's second son

He learned war's history and philosophy

Never coveting the helm

Not once resenting Boromir

Protector of the realm

And when the fates came calling

Instilling fear in lessor men

His brother fell in battle

And his true strength shone then

He assumed the heavy mantle

With grace, he bore the load

A quiet poise and dignity

By ancestry bestowed

With unrelenting valiance

He led the deadly charge

Doomed to end in failure

His foes too strong, too large

He won but a postponement

A short delay before the end

For which he paid a lethal price

From which he may not mend

Unbeknownst to Faramir

The new king had arrived

Endowed with arts of healing

He'd see this knight survived

His body daily mending

His mind encumbered by defeat

Wandering the gardens

He saw a face so sweet

Her eyes betrayed a sadness

It's depth near matched his own

He was captured by her beauty

Her elegance and tone

In her, his will found life again

He courted her, sincere

Lady Eowyn by name

The heart of Faramir