This one is a two-in-one piece - you may read it as a whole, then read it again with only the shorter lines.
Faramir lies feverish, soaked with fuel
With fever, calls for his father -
Longing for his father's approval, but on whom
God had mercy,
Bestowing him with great gifts of
My guard's honor and duty rage in my
Warring between orders and knowing
Is almost sacred, protected at all cost.
Fear, a choice that is no choice;
That our own should be
Us asunder. What is loyalty?
Observes the letter of the law but
Cleaves to what is right.
From this what can I do?
My blade, in his service
And guarding in the same blow.