Post by Skyla Artha on Jul 2, 2006 12:13:02 GMT -5
Once dead to us
He is now dead again
The first by the white wizard
The second by the black king
No more will he rule us
With his steadfast hand
The kingdom of Rohan
Represented with the death blow
There on the ground
Our fallen king lays slain
His body turning cold
With the chill of the breeze
His sister’s son and daughter
Weep o’er their father figure
Eowyn cradling her wounded arm
Wounded for her devotion
There was much weeping
When the news came
That Theoden, king of Rohan
Lay dead on the Pelennor Fields
He is now dead again
The first by the white wizard
The second by the black king
No more will he rule us
With his steadfast hand
The kingdom of Rohan
Represented with the death blow
There on the ground
Our fallen king lays slain
His body turning cold
With the chill of the breeze
His sister’s son and daughter
Weep o’er their father figure
Eowyn cradling her wounded arm
Wounded for her devotion
There was much weeping
When the news came
That Theoden, king of Rohan
Lay dead on the Pelennor Fields
