Thoughts of Frodo

- Onca Icatra

I know my deed is done but will I live to see the changes?
I had thought to return, but hope has lost me.
 I hear a cry, a gust of wind.
 Wings flap above me.
 I find a thread of hope left in me.
 I hear them calling me.
 I hear, the eagles are coming the eagles are coming.
 Swooping down as warriors of the sky.
 Taking me to where I do not know.
 Creatures of light.
 Gently lifting me from the rock.
 I in their claws, leaving the fire, the despair.
 I see the light and drift into hope, I had lost.
 Still hearing, the eagles are coming,the eagles are coming.