For Theoden


Upon the West March, after battle I lay,
Musing upon things at the end of my day,
My King, My father, sits on his throne,
But it is not he and he's never alone,
Would he come? I could not say,
Will he come? For I cannot stay.

Upon the West March, after battle I lay,
Thinking of how he declines day by day,
To kill Grima Wormtongue would, I think, set him free,
but Second Marshall of the Mark... no treason for me,
Would he come? I could not say,
Will he come? For I can not stay.

Upon the West March, after battle I lie,
Hoping to see the King ere I die,
The Kingdom of Rohan falls from his hands,
Someone else rules the sacred Horse lands,
Would he come? I could not say,
Will he come? For I cannot stay.

Upon the WestMarch, after battle I died,
still waiting for my father to come to my side,
my blood has spilled and christened the ground,
I pray that our end won't be the end I have found,
Would he have come? I could not say?
He hasn't come and I could not stay.

- Elanor Gamgee