Weathertop

A scream
a courage-shattering cry
of horror
it strikes terror into my heart.

Cold terror
clutching at my heart
like the cold wind
whipping at my cloak.

They are coming.

Slowly
they appear
in the dark archways.

Black nothings,
carrying blades
of cruelty.

I cannot stand against them
they are too powerful.
I try to escape
it is useless.

Surrounded.

I am surrounded
by their horror.
A cold knife
gleaming in the faint light
of the moon.

I hear myself gasp.
Such a horrible knife - take it away.
I am trapped

It
is tempting me.
Remember what Gandalf said!
But I cannot resist.
It is too strong
It slips onto my finger.

What horrible visions!
Pale kings
long blades
haggard faces
withered hands.

They want

It.

They cannot have it!

I will not let them!
I find some strengthh
I do not know how
and pull
It
away.

Agony

fierce pain
striking through my shoulder.
I cry out.
A horrible cold
is flaming through my shoulder.

Why
am I kept here
so long
pinned down
in such agony?

The blade is pulled away
my life is going with it.
I cannot resist such poison
sooner or later
I must die.

But I must take

It

off.

Who
is that?
Gazing into my face,
his own torn with such sadness?

Sam
it is you
oh, Sam.
Such agony
such cold pain
I can’t bear it.

Darkness
will
overwhelm me.

I cannot resist.
I am slipping away.
Light
is no more.
- Frodo Baggins