In Durin's Halls

- jan-u-wine

It grew desperate there,
 
desperate
within the close
confines of Khazad-dum,
 
evil
waiting before,
 
devilry following hard after.
 
Poison spreading,
even in our midst.
 
And there,
with the dark,
 
in the dark,
came the smooth, certain first
fear
 
that I should never know Home again.
 
And I must not,
between the goodly cause of all that lies behind,
and the darkened prospect of that which yet
 
stays ahead....
 
I must not
think
 
on that.
 
Only.......
 
this vastness,
 
empty now of light
and being,
 
empty
of all
 
save
emptiness,
 
stills my very heart
with 
dread,
 
shortens my breath,
steals thought
 
and reason from my mind.
 
And I stand my watch,
and
 
stay sleepless
through the others',
 
balanced
neatly upon the dagger-edge
 
of hopelessness,
 
darkness pooling
like oil-smirched
 
midnight water,
closing my heart,
 
taking me.
 
It grew desperate in the realm of Khazad-dum.
 
But never as desperate as I.