[ Tolkien ] Eowyn's Song

       
Running, I sprint          
dashing into war          
not in want to make a name for myself    
           
Leaving such a fool's misguided folly          
to the unrequited sycophantic          
        
No opportunity for despair          
fewer moments to spare for melancholy        
       
Unwavering is the gilded blade          
I wield impossibly in the frantic          
        
Charging through collapsing lines          
fury of axe upon tin shield          
Flaming volley raining down          
Death everywhere on battlefield          
        
Dodging poisoned tips of spears          
becoming painfully numb to my fears          
as I watch yet another mother's son          
die within the prime of his years          
        
A weaving of mist, ash, fume---         
I choke for breath in the woolen air          
before me as if a bloody, swollen wound          
nursed without any tender care          
        
Too late for any promises to keep          
as I venture deep into the foray          
to find more of my kin          
have come to lay          
dead and broken          
        
Their fate?        
An eternal sleep          
blanketed by this awful burial shroud          
     
It takes everything in me to carry on        
lamenting the fallen        
and through tears          
        
I wail aloud          
        
Now you shall taste          
the deadly kiss of this blade          
Far from timid lass          
I am no servant maid          
The mold of my destiny          
long ago was cast;          
forged for battle      
I was made          
        
And if I remain standing          
when darkness has passed          
in fleeting moments of life      
your very last        
     
if your ego is that demanding          
take it as an insult to your pride             
wear it like a crown          
on this very day    
         
you will have died          
        
Under dawning sky          
when morning star comes around          
you may shatter my bones      
but I will not break          
No swinging hammer shall ever    
bring me down        
if any can          
        
In a lifetime spent unafraid to die          
lived quietly in the shadows of men          
now hear the rage in my voice      
my battle cry      
          
hear it loud          
suffer me now          
        
I am no man