One Glass Tear

- Queen of Gondor

Your face is stained,
From wearisome battle.
Your heart is weak,
But it speaks soft words.

The pain is strong.
His voice is heard.
Whilst you lie back.

You close your eyes.
You can still see the battle though,
You try to cry out,
But no words are sent.

He speaks to you now.
As brother and friend.
Your heart lightens,
But the pain still lingers.

“Our City.”
Those words which mean…
You say a slow goodbye.

But your heart,
Speaks different words:
“From my heart a prayer was sent.
From my heart a silent ‘sorry’ whispered.”

Your eyes close, and a last,
Shining look, at you is gone
But for something,
One glass tear upon your face.