inspired, in part, by the fanfiction "The Blood of a Brother", by Liek.
please, reviews are love, but I do not claim to have any training in poetry, so don't flame.
Power of fire cannot die
Power of evil cannot lie
But must wake again to find its' master
Dormant in this little thing
And glittering band, an iron ring
And Boromir doesn't smile any more
It draws, it taunts him
It calls, it haunts him
Save the world or save yourself it seems to say
Temptation is so strong a thing
Yet bonded in this little ring
And Boromir doesn't smile any more.
So far away, my brother dear,
I only wish that you were here
You wouldn't been so drawn to shining gold
Tell Father I will do what I must
And break this Fellowship of trust
I find I cannot smile any more.