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