My End

For Boromir

I could feel myself falling,
eternity passing me by,
the pain tearing at me,
and I knew I was approching
my end.

Black death protruded from me.
Crafted by the hands of the enemy,
imbedded with poison,
created only to bring me to
my end.

Light faded and night came forth,
revealing bright stars
glittering above white towers.
And silver trumpets sounded as I drew to
my end.

As my sight blurred
and my breathing lessened,
I shed a tear for all that I had done,
for all that I would miss because of
my end.

Will I be deemed worthy
for the halls of my fathers?
Will my bravery be written in history,
will people remember me, and
my end?

- Queen of Gondor