Scrabbling for memories, for strength,
On my knees
Tears falling into the ashes.
This burden ever heavier around my neck.
I will take the ring,
Though I do not know the way;
And I fear the weight will prove too much to bear
For these small shoulders.
Eyes dimming,
Even my soul begins to flicker like a flame struggling in high wind.
Samwise, where are you?
Even that strong brown hand seems unreal, incorporeal now.
Despair.
The dull aching agony of it felt in every step.
Pray for unconsciousness
Pray to wake from this most dreadful dream.
Scrabbling for will, for hope
On my knees
Tears falling into the ashes
This burden ever heavier around my neck.
