DarkElf is Healed

- Lothithil

Suspended between the worlds
I dream...

These are not the pale visions
Such as Mortals are said to have:
Fragments of reason and fear
It is the world unfolding before
My listless gaze, and I
Cannot look away

The darkness
An enfolding wave of peace
I think that I am to
Fly here, but no...
My movement is arrested
Ropes of Silver
Soft as gentle words
A woven net of light
And I am caught therein

They are all around me, these spirits
My bretheren once departed
Light plays over them
Among them, I am an eclipse
Hands I do not feel lift me
Words I cannot understand
Comfort me
The healing begins