Rhopalic for Theoden

- Primula
(Lettered, each set one shorter than the other)

I, an age aged after deceit; release.
I, to eye dark dream, closed, unbends
O my own mind - fresh lifted repiece.
A no-man cage newly opened repents.

I, my own hand sword filled,
O, as fey iron, steel bright!
I am now King again, willed -
A to-war will; never flight.

I, my far ally reach,
O to yon torn field
I my men will teach
O to not, ever, yield.

I am the King,
O my men!
I, to
I.