The Last Lap

- Lothithil

The earth here is hard and sharp
Beneath my hands and knees
This is a little easier with my eyes closed
Keeping my head bowed, I can't see
Skies filled with dark phantoms
Faces of the dead, like in the marshes
Now recognizable as friends lost in the mists
Go on, upward, pushing myself
Until shaking my arms cannot uphold me
And the biting rock becomes a soft bed
Hear the horrible phantoms sing in my ears
Of eternal sleep and darkness

Is this futile yet? Why am I here in this place?

Ah, Samwise... what would I do
Without you?