The Glade of Galadriel

- jan-u-wine

5.

My Lady's form

is peaceful
once again,


graven with timeless purity,
limned by blessed grace.


For all the ages she has known
which I have not,

still,
I pity her.

As if we were of one mind,
one

fragile
and resolute heart,

I
understand
her.


Within the hard tide
of the hard world,

she has made her choice,

reclaiming herself
with a gentl'd smile.


In her eyes,
in the echoing

rooms

of her thought,
I see my own choice
made clear:

never could there be
another way,

never another
ending.


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Even in this blessed realm,

soft-eyed stars

shining
in the burnt-blue velvet
of night,

I know fear.

Fear of the time that passes
outside autumn-held

borders,

fear of where my own choice,
perforce,

now must lead,

fear of that which
would take those
whom I love

within the folly
of their own


taking.



Inside the prison of
that knowledge,

I feel smaller, still,

as if I were but a single light
in a vast fortress of unending

darkness.

It is, yet
ever,
my burden,

my choice

to be that solitary
light.

I am determined:


by small hope
shall Shadow

be undone..