I walk through the field
I see the
Bodies of men
My friends

I see another
Lying still
I realize
Who it is

I run towards
The thin frail
Body and scream out
In anguish

I lift her
Into my arms
And hold her close

I weep over her
And hope
It is not
Too late.

I take her up
To the Houses
Of Healing
Strengthened by a hope

I lay her down
And wait

He comes
As I sit
And kneels beside her
He holds her hand
And bathes her brow

She breathes
Again and
Opens
Her eyes

My spirit
Is lifted
My hope
Renewed

As I watch
Her
My sister
Eowyn