Courage

Does he know how small he is?
Standing tall
In a long and waiting warrior’s row

His size really does not matter
Look at him
Bringing down foe by foe

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one
Double numbers
Count rising blow by blow

It is not a laughing matter, as it easily may seem
There is honour in his axe’s gleam
Nothing is too big for him
His eyes fierce under his helmet’s rim
He loves a good fight, but what matters most
Is his friends’ safety from this threatening host
He is not bragging, his intentions are true


He simply does what the truly courageous do.



July 11, 2003
- Eowyn of Ithilien