The Sorrow of Eowyn

She watches him crumble night and day by the tongue of the vile bard
Her mother’s brother, her father’s king reduced to a dotard
Her uncle’s son no more, her mother’s son cast out, and now she stands alone
Behind the throne, her uncle’s crutch, a smile on her lips no more
Sickened by the desire of the worm; he haunts her steps through the halls
Her beauty now she curses; when the worm comes to call
The House of Eorl, reduced to not; to her people, she has no hope to bring
Like a caged beast, a wild thing forced to serve her doddering king
'There is no hope or end in sight', so she said in the deep of the night
But still she does not blanch; she holds her head high, in a place where there is no light.