Oh Vana! Don't be daft.
Just in case you really do feel bad, here's a more fitting ABC
The Calm Before the Storm
All silent stand the warriors. The calm before the storm
Broods mountain darkening at their back, they turn and face the swarm.
Care not they now for grace or flight.
Death challenges their mettle.
Escape is gone, each one needs fight
Foes pitiless in battle.
Grows dim the sun, 'neath ink-black cloud
Helms Deep in day-night gloom
In unison cry Eorlingas loud
Jeers cast at threatened doom.
King Theoden, unbent, renewed, stands tall on ramparts high.
Lest lesser men, of quaking heart, should waver, break and fly.
Make good this day his words entreat
No quarter given, whence to retreat?
Of thoughts there none of cold defeat
Pledged oaths for combat end to meet.
Quest not for glory cheaply bought.
Restraint is key if victory sought.
So rousing speeches spoken true
The Rohirrim like statues stand
United in their numbers few
Valour shall their hearts demand
With shouts and screams, the storm clouds break
eXpanding hope unshaken
Yet though foundations groan and quake
Zounds! Know we're not forsaken!