Frodo and Sam at the End of All Things

- jan-u-wine


I hear

his quick,

quiet

feet

hushing

along the hallway,

feel the warmth

of his smile

in the voice

speaking

through this curtain

of dark,

taste

the solid

bitterness

of my own tears

for this lost dream.

His fair face,

at last

at peace,

grows colder

against my arm...

his poor hand

I have

enclosed

in mine.

No one

shall harm him

while his Sam

keeps watch.

not

that it makes a difference,

now.

He has gone

and

taken

the Light

with him.



I am simple,

I know,

compared to him,

but

Oh,

stars,

does it mean

naught

to love

and to try

til breath

leaves the body

with the last

drop

of blood?



Hard,

uncaring points of fire,

blinking coldly

in this

cavern of night,

take me,

take

me.



Leave him

untouched.


At least,

let me lie

by his side.

Gandalf

said

I must

not leave

him

and so,

and

so

we shall rest,

here,

in the ruin

of the world,

fair-hair to dark

until

I am blessed

with that same

peaceful

smile,

that same

endless

sleep.