Running

Running...running...running...
No matter how hard,
No matter how fast we run,
They are gaining...
Gaining on us.
We see the lights at the ferry.
Escape is so close...
Yet so far away
Will we make it?
Will we survive?
The Black Riders are still gaining...
The ferry is only a short distance away now.
We keep running...
Running until it feels as if
Our hearts will burst within us.
One small stumble could bring our death.
But, the ferry is reached.
Hurry! Take the ropes down!
Quickly before it's too late!
A Black Rider approaches the dock...
The ropes are untied...
He swings at us with his dark sword...
But it is too late.
We've pushed away.
He can come no further.
He has lost...this time.
We fear this is not the last...
Not the last time we will see
These terrible creatures.
But we must keep our minds on the present.
We must get to Bree.
We must reach the Prancing Pony...
We must find Gandalf.
He said he would meet us there.
Once he is found, we will be safe.
He will know what to do.
We hasten to the shore,
And once more running...
Running through the woods
On a cold, rainy night.
Running in complete and utter darkness.
But alas! A light up ahead!
Tis the glow of the village.
We stop before we reach the gate...
And listen...
Nothing to be heard but the rain...
Rain falling through the trees
And gathering in puddles...
We slowly approach the gate
And knock...

"And the Road goes ever on..."

- Aragorn Lover 1981