Stricken

Stricken

to my knees

gasping for breath

black arrows

in my heart.

I

will

not

survive

this.

Little ones,

I have fought

my best

for you,

because I love you,

but

the enemy was too great.

I shall die,

and I am sorry.

I am sorry

that we will never

be together again.

You grieve for me,

I see it in your eyes

you must love me.

I love you too

you have become dear to me.

I wish

that I could speak,

to tell you

that knowing you love me

comforts me.

I do not fear death,

but my death

is a bitter one,

for I have failed.

But at least,

I can die

knowing

that I have

your friendship.

- Frodo Baggins