The Hunters

With horse and hound
And falcon swift
We passed the Pelennor
Winter-white, frost-hard,
Our horses matched
The antlered stag for speed
Tracked the boar
And lured the bear
Like wolves ourselves
Swift on the snow
So long ago,
You coursed with me,
Just me and thee,
Boromir.

The fell pursuit again is up
On that same Pelennor
I am the prey
My horse outrun,
My falcon lost
My hounds at bay.
Sound your horn,
My Boromir
So far ahead of me
Drawn onward, ever on
By hunters in strange livery
By golden-antlered stags
And beasts of power and might
Your city sleeps without you
And I am lost in night.


- Varda