A Poem By Elizabeth // 9/20/2008

Grey eyes sharply gazing
Into the darkness
Of nothingness

Fiercely gazing on her foe
Raising her shield
Her eyes veiled

Eowyn, Eomund’s daughter
Released from secrecy
Golden her hair blows freely

Lifting her sword unsheathed
Letting it fall swiftly
On the fell beast

Slaying the evil creature
It lies
Never to rise

Up from the ruin of his steed
The Nazgul faces her
Raising his mace upward

Swinging it round
Into her shield
Shattering it far a field

She falls to her knees
The Nazgul rises
And looks on her with malice

Raising his mace
Once more
He stumbles forward

With sharp pain
Behind his knee
He screams

Merry the Hobbit
Esquire of Rohan
Dealt the blow

Lifting her sword
Once more aloft
Drives it beneath his crown

The Nazgul falls
A shrieking cry
Arises and dies

Black and empty
His mantle is shapeless
Slain the Nazgul lays



I like this a lot, Elizabeth! Eowyn is so cool and you did a good job capturing the scene in verse.

Heather | Sun, 09/21/2008

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"




I Love it!


Anonymous | Mon, 09/22/2008




I Love It!


Anonymous | Mon, 09/22/2008


Awesome poem, Elizabeth!! I love it!
"Released from secrecy/
Golden her hair blows freely"
That's my favorite line.

Luv ya!

Clare Marie | Mon, 09/22/2008

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Go Eowyn! Go

Go Eowyn! Go Elizabeth!

Love me, love my friends.
-Anne of the Island

Anna | Mon, 09/22/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief