EOWYN'S LONGING

(FIRST ATTEMPT AT 'THE MOURNING OF EOWYN')

ESUANDEL

In sparkling white our lady stands

Caught greatly in her own distress

Staring out over distant lands

By far Rohan's most fair mistress.

Light blonde hair streaming in the breeze

She holds back tears of what has come

Hardly feeling her garments freeze

Or hear the thousand hoofbeats hum.

Would there be death for her this day

Trapped and held in an iron cage

Penetrated by no sun's ray

To mourn in darkness her fierce rage?

Why is there no longer glory

No valor nor grace of the sword?

Never shall she be so sorry

Kept far from the side of her lord.

Aragorn, she longed so for him

 But to keep her thus back was wrong

She would not listen to a whim

Or turn toward dark's evil song.

Was there ever woman's freedom