Death of a Rohirrim Soldier – peace comes to those who seek it

by Sep 10, 2004Poetry

A white hand
catches my gaze
to late
Things are to fast
I’m in a daze.

Its slowing down
I lift my arm
to late
he comes
my body to mar

I look into his eyes
fiery hot
with hate
Have I one shot?

No not now
He lifts his blade
I whip around
I see my fate

One last look
into my killer
he is falling in
A true spine chiller

I feel it ripping
through my skin
and now It ends
I feel so thin

I’m floating up
over the sea
and I know now
my destiny

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