Choice


    Did you really think that I would leave

    And let you stand alone right now

    When grave troubles crease your brow

    At the dawn of a new Age’s eve?



    A people’s future is resting on your shoulders

    You carry it with regal grace

    I see so much happening in your face

    I see the fire in your eyes that smoulders



    But do you really want to be alone

    Thus trying to keep death away from me

        Sitting in forsaken silence on your throne

    When your everlasting companion is what I want to be?



    Do not send me away so far

    Let me be your morning, day and Evenstar

- Eowyn of Ithilien