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.
