O Boromir the fair
I sing your name on the air
Stolen from me, my love, you were
Gone with a few ne’er to return
A dream had sent you on a quest
A war had hastened your journey.
And now you are gone
A valient end for a noble man
My tears fall endlessly,
The mourning will ne’er pass
I shall ne’er love again
Because my heart died,
When your end you met
The Dead Marshes.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
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