Boromir, My Brother

- The Foe Hammer
O Boromir, man of the embattled west,
a pity you met your final test.
You travelled a road you did not choose,
knowing not what you might lose.

A leader, a captain, a steward to be,
and yet that man we never shall see.
Though brave and stalwart to the end,
we miss you very dearly my friend.

Had you just been passed over by fate,
we could have seen YOU at the White City's gate.
Standing beside your brother most fair,
the winds off Pelennor fanning your hair.

When I think of you now these visions appear,
though sad for me, for you I don't fear.
For I know that you've passed into the west,
for through bravery you passed your final test!