purpose

the lady Eowyn despaired of life
where all the Riddermark sank in decay
the prospect that she might be Wormtongue's wife
appalled her noble spirit with dismay
to fall in battle would allay death's sting
and woe to him that met her thus, berserk
with Merry, she unstrung the Morgul king
a dainty piece of woman's handiwork
a new Age dawned and her depression passed
a whole society ungripped its fear
the future that had left her so aghast
seemed brighter in the arms of Faramir
each day, our minds rebuild our worlds anew
and love can change the whole construction's hue