The Touch of Grief


Inspired by Linaewen's latest chapter:

'His thumb traced the jagged edge where the Horn had been cut in two by axe or sword, and rubbed gently across the blackened silver mouthpiece. He ran the braided baldric through his hands until they began to feel numb where the leather roughened his palm.'

Gently
Ever so gently
Touching the untouchable.

Thumb
Tentative, tracing
The unbearabe pain.

Fingers
Frightened, feeling
The familiar form.

Hands
Holding horror
Roughened leather.

Palms
Pulled, parted
Burning with sorrow.

Arms
Angry, awful
Needing to hold.

Eyes
Ever earnest
Seeing visions.

Heart
Heavy, hurting
Broken forever.

- Agape4Rivendell