Grima's LamentMore Like This
Why do I dwell in exile here,
In Isengard's tower, far from home?
All I wanted was her love...
I was the king's trusted servant,
His counsellor, his eyes and ears--
He should have let me have her,
His sister's daughter, golden Eowyn!
I turned to the wise and powerful one,
Trusting the White Hand to give more freely;
He promised me riches, power, and more--
The woman I desired, if I but served him...
All I did, I did for love, not greed;
And how was I rewarded?
Lies and empty promises
Have soiled my proud name...
It was Saruman's doing, not mine;
And now I rot with him in Orthanc,
Laughing bitterly at his defeat---
At least he now shares my misery...