Threads of an Old Life

- Lothithil
The passing of years
Touch me as they never have before
I feel the drag of the earth
Now that the Ring is gone

The mirror denies me
Who is that hobbit peering out?
A shade of who I once was
I do not know him

Before me, my life lies
Lies to me about what may be
Never am I to return to what I was
My dreams are spent with my last strength
I am still fading, soon I will be gone

I can still feel it
A ghostly itching on my missing finger
It was mine once, truly mine
But now it has long been consumed by fire