The Hobbit and the King

- jan-u-wine

The Hobbit

The weary head of
a mighty king
lies fallen,
drowned
with leaves
in sifted
light…..

fallen…

it reminds me
that all things
change,

all things
end.

All things.

I feel
the madness
growing
within him,
see his
desperate
appraisal
when,
by chance,
our eyes
meet.

He does not
even
hold It,
yet It
draws
his very
mind
from him.

It is as
the Lady
said…

One
by
One

And… I know…
I
know
what
I must do.

I feel
very
small,
seated
like a child
of men
upon
this long-forsaken
throne.

Here
I may know
a last moment’s
peace.

The Road
lies
before my eyes,
dazzled
in sunlight,
shimmering
with the
blues and greens
of Spring.

My Road…
and
the end
of It.

Terrible
Darkness
and fire
swell
in the East,
shrouding
errant bits of Light
within a fist
of blunt
terror.

My own fear
throws
me from
this lofty seat.

The ancient
stone
of this hill
is less
sharp
than the
certainty
growing
in my mind.

I look into
that other
Eye:

The pure
bowl
of the
sky
curves
above me.

It is
so sweetly,
so wondrously,
so beautifully
blue.

It is more than
time
that I
was on
my way.

The sharpness
of boot-trodden
rock
startles
my mind:


Elessar.

Mellon.

King.

By rights…
by all
rights,
this thing of power,
this
Thing
of dark madness,
is his……

One by one……

There are
tears
in his eyes
as he folds
Evil
within my hand…

tears…
and the soft voice
of a King,
bidding me
farewell.