Spring

First full moon after vernal equinox
 a spear-take is declared by Theoden.
No longer penned by Grima in his box
He means to lead the van before his men.
Deliverance from fear is worth the chance
that one might die in battle, or at Sea
old age, nor squalid flu, nor happenstance
will claim Eorl's proud heir while he can see.
The orcs of Mordor part like standing waves
as Rohan thunders gleaming 'cross the field
And Snowmane dooms whom well-knit Dernhelm saves
A king whose false senescence has been healed.
Strange Pesach in the fields of Pellenor
an Age of Peace can only sprout from war.