To death and glory they rode
The Riders brave and bold.
To the White City that was in need
To aid Gondor and do many a deed.
Behind them was their home, before them their fate
Boldly riding on to defeat malice and hate.
At Minas Tirith they did arive
Finding it fighting to stay alive.
The horns were sounded
Horses’ hooves pounded.
Many an enemy they did slay
So boldly on that day.
The Witch-King came, black as night
Bringing ruin, bringing fright.
Theoden King fell under his steed
Yet most of his Riders took no heed.
But there was Eowyn the fair
Doing boldly what no other would dare.
She stood before the Black Captain, Lady of Rohan
Revealing to him that she was no man.
Her shield was broken, yet brave was she
Merry then stabbed the fell thing behind the knee.
Then Eowyn brought down the Black Foe
Bringing Sauron’s army great woe.
Behold! It was fulfilled, the prophesy of olden tale
The enemy’s captain left the world, no longer there to dwell.