Sam to Frodo in Mordor

- jan-u-wine

Your smile

does not

reach your eyes

anymore.

T'is a small thing

in the midst of all

this dark,

this pain

this evil....

t'is a small thing...

 

to look there

and not see

you

any longer....  

to look there

before you

see

and painstakingly

smile

for me...

to look there

and see

only

Its

hideous reflection, 

twisting you,

turning you,

taking you

somewhere

I can never follow.

Why

do you let It

lie there,

over your heart?

Why

do you

talk

to It

in all the long hours

of the night?

I know.

You have told me:

you

MUST

bear it.

My despairing

heart

knows

this

is true.

But,

Master,

Dear Master...

please...

O, please....

I can not bear

to watch

It

bare

you.

 

My friend.

No.

My....

Master.....

(For that is all that is

left of you, 

now).

Forgive me.

Forgive me....

I must turn away

from

the naked,

broken

wraith

I see

when my eyes

catch yours

unawares.