THE MOURNING OF EOWYN

ESUANDEL

Silent was the air around her

All sadness overcoming grief

Why had death seemed so much too sure

And his life, taken from him, brief.

Theodred, how for him she mourned

And thought back then to faded dreams

Evanescent, of death they warned

Drifting away on light moon beams.

These memories she could not hold

Too fiercely burned they to her soul

So now she stood there, far and cold

Thinking, wishing, for war�s drum roll.

As her blonde hair whipped �round her face

In the cold, harsh wind of sundown

It seemed then that had flown all grace

And draped on them an evil gown.

Glorious had been days, latter

Triumph on the field of battle

Why had that all seemed to shatter

When came then death�s revenge rattle.

Oh Eowyn, she longed to fight

Angered was she, her cousin�s fall

But Lady, she was left in night

To mourn under darkness�s shawl.

Destined was she to ride one day

To gallop, well armed, with the men

Our White Lady, darkness to slay

A chance for valor so come then.

Freedom�s Queen, this dawn must await

Mourn now until the red sunrise

Gain again your strong will�s gold gate

To one bright morning earn your prize.

Lady Eowyn at his grave

Softly chanting the hymn of sleep

Feels once more that she has been brave