She walked silently in the empty halls of Meduseld,
A sword in scabbard at hand.
Her brother was gone, her King possessed, her cousin dead.
The Enemy had claimed her land.

There seemed to be nothing,
to make up for all the lies.
There seemed to be no hope,
thus tears filled her eyes.

She was now alone,
with nothing to hold on to.
No one left to heal her sorrow,
which only amply grew.

Her pale face streaked with tears,
could no more show a grin.
Her heart could only tell her,
that the Enemy was going to win.

She then went into her room,
and sat upon her bed.
Her head was buried in her hands.
And she sat there thinking of the horrid things been said.

And then she realized,
She was all alone in this cruel world.