The Departure of Boromir
This is a ballad I wrote for English in 7th grade. I can never decide if I like it or not. In any case, it is about 5 years old.
This is a ballad I wrote for English in 7th grade. I can never decide if I like it or not. In any case, it is about 5 years old.
The Departure of Boromir
In stories oft you’ll hear a song Of the heir to Gondor’s throne A mortal man who traveled long To save his Land of Stone. Quick in wit and strong of heart Boromir was his name And proud was he to be a part Of the Fellowship of the Ring. Many miles he journeyed with them O’er mountain and through plain Until desperation drove him To a desire for the ring. Short of patience and eager to fight Boromir was his name And tired was he of the current plight Of the Fellowship of the Ring. He came up to the Ringbearer One eve when they were alone And gestured away from the fairer Land to the one where evil shone. “Please rethink your choice to try And take the Ring through there For you will most assuredly die Afore you’re miles from here. “Instead, my friend, give me the Ring I can avoid the taint And if corrupt me it does I’ll resign as king But I’ll not go insane. “It is the only way, my boy You must fight power with power! Give up at once this futile ploy! Give me the ring! NOW!” Poor Frodo was quite shaken And he quickly slipped on the ring Unseen by the man’s deft eyes, he ran As bird upon the wing. But from below small cries were heard And Boromir turned from the highland And charged down, unsheathing his sword, His mind cleared with the hilt in his hand. Two hobbits surrounded by shadowspawn Armed only with knives they had worn Were rescued by him with his brawn Sounding his great silver horn. He quickly hewed his way to them, And shouting he urged them to flee, But they stood faithfully by him Charging bravely into the melee. But soon his great strength began dwindling Pincusioned by arrows, he fell The Goblins began then retreating Taking the hobbits with them to their dell. Rash with what he couldn’t revoke Boromir was his name And shamed was he that he had broke The Fellowship of the Ring. The Man, Elf and Dwarf, hearing the cries Came running to help their friends But tears came at once unbidden their eyes As they witnessed Boromir’s sad end. Before he departed he spoke them these words: “It is my own fault that I die I’ve disgraced my honor as a Gondorian lord- For to take the One Ring I did try. “A madness did take me, and I’m sorry, I swear. Tell Frodo I’m sorry,” he said. But before they could find the words to answer Boromir the soldier was dead. Loyal till death, though dishonored by vice Boromir was his name And glad was he he’d paid his price To the Fellowship of the Ring.
