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.