1. Éowyn, my fair one
Éowyn, my fair one, my ever fierce love,
Thou art as steel, thy heart as stone;
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee flesh and bone?
Hair so bright though head be bowed
And throat so white, that catches whimpers;
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there the first, robs tongue of speech?
O shall I teach thee the power of whispers?
Tip of blade, trace breast to belly,
Spread limb from limb, seeking lips;
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thy tongue to trip—
On taste of flesh, that war feasts on?
On body's bones before thee biered?
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there the first, robs tongue of speech?
O shall I lay thee down, my dear?
Bloodless beauty, bosom bitter
Blessèd he who breaks thy heart;
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee what thou art?
Heart and hands, hair and hips
Thigh and leg and throat and loins
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there the first?
Tongue and bowels, breast and tears,
Flank and finger and flesh and groin;
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee how to fear?
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