The lament of the day - Eowyn- the shield maiden of Rohan

Cold was that heart, as the winters frost
That lingers on into the spring,
And her eyes did not weep as she saw the sun set,
As heard she the lament of the day,
And in her dreams, she was not this,
For her life was ruled by her pride,
And as she was, hope loth to display,
As heard she the lament of the day.

Fair was that face, as the mourning sun,
That brings to thy tears no light,
And her heart was strong, yet na'er saw she the dawn,
As heard she the lament of the day,
And in her thoughts, the sword sang in her hand,
Yet her life was ruled by her place,
And still her heart was touched as the children would play,
As heard she the lament of the day.

Strong was that maid, as the shield in the wall,
That protects them and offers them defence,
And her sword did wield as the wind did sing,
As heard she the lament of the day,
And all her deeds helped ammount her to this,
For her life was so willed by her will,
And brave was she then, among war tides sway,
As knew she the true lament of that day.

And loved she the lament of that day.

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