A Poem for Theoden

Still fighting without end
More of my people die
This force too evil and great
Hope is dead....we should no longer try

But suddenly I see a glimpse
of a light in midst of darkness
"Ride out and meet them head on!"
Horn blowing out, showing our boldness

We ride out, killing, winning
And we see victory draw near
as we see Mithrandir! Gandalf the White
But lo! also one I hold quite dear

Eomer, my sister son
heir to my throne
loyal still he is to me
and now his love is shown

Victory! Victory!
Defeating an evil foe!
if not for the glimmer of hope which was kept
our hearts would silently weep with woe.

- Tori*Took