Morgul Bane

Amidst the fields of grey and red,

a golden helm sat on her head,

and hid her beauty from the war

and monsters from old, hidden lore.

She marched upon the gates that day,

Her brothers on each side to stay,

and ward her from the looming doom

that each of them would be consumed.

She watched her uncle as he fell,

his broken hand she tightly held,

and as he join his father's reign,

she swore she would avenge his name.

The white city stood at her back,

its people burned, its gardens sacked,

and as she watched the horse-lords fall,

she blew the trumpet's final call.

He faintly heard her beckoning,

above the fields, the high witch-king,

upon his felbeast, he did ride,

and from his shadow all men did hide.

But she stood stout next to the king,

who had been slain by this evil thing,

and faced what only she could beat,

the morgul's bane would force retreat.

And as she drew the final blow,

she raised her helm so he would know.

Her golden locks about her fell,

and sent that warlord to his hell.

Reviews

[Kayelina]

I really like this a lot. What is it about?

[John]

The Shield-maiden Eowyn. :)

[Kayelina]

Oh and I like the title too. It's really great :) Keep on writing!