Denethor, Son of Ecthelion

- MithrandirCQ
A little rambling poem with some assistance from the Bard

Denethor, son of Ecthelion
Born during my grandsire Turgon’s reign
Whilst still a youth Sauron emerged again
Shortly thereafter Turgon came to eternal rest
Ecthelion ascends;
A Steward’s wisdom for Mordor to test

He encouraged all from far and wide
To secure aide against the Mordor tide
One came from the Horselord’s land
The Eagle of the star, swift and sharp-eyed
I heeded him not for he was on Gandalf’s side

A victory in Umbar the Corsair’s fleet overwhelmed
Yet this captain Thorongil left toward’s the Shadow’s realm
Four years from this my Father departs
A stewardship claimed and all it imparts

I listen to counsel and listened to what was brought
But Proud and willful, I follow my own thoughts
Finduilas married, a daughter from Dol Amroth’s coast
Two sons were given, the eldest I loved most
The Shadow in the East it’s horror she felt
My wife withered early death’s door was dealt

Grim and silent I became in this Steward’s estate
The White tower alone pondering Gondor’s fate
Knowledge was needed, the Seeing stone I dare
Seeing many things but with more despair

A price is paid for contesting Sauron’s will
Aging prematurely, my pride to fulfill
Yet with joy I have with my eldest son
Boromir the valiant to manhood won

The prophecy comes, Isildir’s bane is found
The Tower Guard Captain to Imladris bound
Time goes by, the Horn of Gondor comes
My son has died grief stricken I become

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I’ll weep. I shall go mad

This inky cloak of agony and burdening woe
Unhappy that I am, Gondor I will not forgo

To the younger son, Faramir by name
A Wizard’s pupil to whom I disdain
He now must fill the loss I will not forsake
Working two as one my orders to partake

Rebuking Faramir for not taking the Ring
Believing Boromir would have brought me this thing
That wizard tells me I cannot endure this test
The fate of Gondor now, the Halfing’s shoulders rest

I will not yield Osgiliath to the Enemy unfought
Faramir is ordered to retake without thought
He bids me to think well of him should he return
I say it only matters on the manner concerned

The battle made, my forces overwhelmed
Faramir comes home, wearing death’s helm
My will is broken, ,my submission complete
I see Sauron’s victory, Our doom replete

O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I’d use them so
That heaven’s vault should crack. He’s gone forever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

Already burning, the heart, the mind, the soul.
The heathen king’s death is now our goal
Wood an oil is brought to the Tomb of Kings
My line is ended, The Enemy has the Ring

Upon this pyre, I am waylaid
The White Rider takes my son away
I raise the palantir to the sky
Foretelling our doom , the how and the why

There can be no victory against the Enemy today
He has the Rings and all his pieces yet to play
And so I am afired on my flesh
To Death’s calling I am enmeshed

Thus passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion
Discerning wisdom, yet marred Hyperion.