5. Chorus II (Nienna)
She weeps for every ailing beggar,
every rejected lover, every orphaned child
all the injuries of all the soldiers in all the wars
every dead leaf on every abandoned tree
every mortal or elvish lip-quivering chin-tremble
washing down over Middle-earth in cascading rains
filling the rivers and oceans, and then draining them again
to weep ever more
and now, turning her teary eyes to Boromir
sprawled half-dead stinking rotten cold
on the eastern Anduin bank by Rauros Falls
with wheezy breath and burnt soul
and oh, how the arrow wounds rip through
like tearing cloth, pulling his shivering muscles apart
with poison poison poison, ai, the poison!
Nienna sobs weeps wails
cries again and again.
“O woe! O anguish! O grief!
O pain! O darkness! O torment!
O general misery!
“Not over yet, for poor poor son of Denethor,”
she laments, and lays a warm blanket over him.
“Sleep easy. Wounded, scarred, diseased, poisoned,
lost, despairing, half-gutted Man.
For now, rest
and forgive me, my love, for I will visit you again.
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