Aragorn came through the trees
Found Boromir in the glade
Pierced with many arrows he was
Against the bark of a great tree.

Many orcs did there lay.
In Boromir hand was his hilt.
There lay the horn, cloven in two.
Aragorn knelt, Boromir spoke,
“I tried to take the ring.”

Twenty orcs were at his feet.
“I have paid, the Halflings they took
Bound they were, but dead not.”
Wearily his eyelids did close:
“Farwell Aragorn,” at last he spoke.
“Go to Minas Tirith, I have failed.”

“No.” Aragorn kissed his brow
“Few gain such a victory, be with peace
Minas Tirith shall not fall.”

A smile curved on Boromir`s lips.
He breathed his last, “ Was Frodo with them?”
But too late, he had passed.

“Alas” Aragorn said
And wept