A warrior maid so sadly bold
Where all the men were fled or cold
All alone on Pelennor field.
Bearing white horse on green shield
Standing her ground there, fair and fell
Defying death and Witch-king’s spell.
Seeking revenge for fallen king
Her long sword on black mace did ring,
Seeking release from hopeless love
Matching bare hand against steel glove.
First she killed the ancient wing’d beast,
Then found help when expected least,
With broken arm she faced the ire
When halfling’s sword struck from the Shire
His northern sword cut at the knee
Lady’s blade sent wraith spirit free
Prophecy by Éowyn fulfilled
Lord of Ringwraiths, by no man killed.