In a Dark, Bad Place

A poem by Frodo on Mt Doom

In a dark bad place
Where light from neither star nor heart
Can penetrate this veil;
Can you recognise my face?

It is not my hand that chose,
That took it from round my neck
But it is my voice that spoke
My laughter echoes

I did not trust him, that wretched thing
I merely hoped it had to be
That redemption is free for every soul
Alas! it is not for those who have touched the Ring!

I would let go now and end this trial
I would let this mountain fly away
If it were not your beloved face I see
If it were not for the faith and forgiveness in your eyes

- Lothithil