A Poem for Boromir

He was a warrior,
Valiant and true.
But he was also a man,
And men are weak.

He surrendered to temptation,
But only for a moment.
He recovered his strength,
And rose above his weakness.

He fought bravely,
He fought with honor.
He fought for the lives
Of his dear friends.

The arrows pierced him
He could not breathe.
He fell at Amon Hen
Crying for the little ones.

Yet in his last moment,
He saw clearly.
He saw his friend’s face
Hovering before him.

He looked his last upon
his brother, his captain, his king.
And heard his parting words
‘Be at peace, son of Gondor’

-Samwisegirl