From the Heart of Sam


Why

are you

fading?

Why

are you

slipping?

Why

cannot I

not

hold on

to

your soul

which

is

dying?

My grip is

weak

and

I am

failing,

yet

my heart

will

not

let go

of

the

beating.

This

feeling

is

strong--

oh

so

strong,

it

hurts in

my

breast.

Please

rest,

master,

hold

on.

I am here...

I am here...

Fingers

in

fingers,

I am here.

- Narya