A Triolet: The Weaver's Song

When the wind blows from the river, my lord will not feel the cold.
I’ll weave my love like armor, to shield him from all harm.
I’ll wrap him in velvet and sable, glorious as kings of old.
When the wind blows from the river, my lord will not feel the cold.
Valor, beauty, honor: a thousand tales will be told.
Dark velvet and black sable, my blood and tears to fix the charm.
When the wind blows from the river, my lord will not feel the cold.
I’ll weave my love like armor, to shield him from all harm.

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For the "Cold" challenge at tolkien_weekly, inspired by Boromir's marvelous cloak. A triolet is a poem or stanza of eight lines with a rhyme scheme abaaabab, in which the fourth and seventh lines are the same as the first, and the eighth line is the same as the second.