My Friend

- Shelob


Sunlight filters through tall windows,
His small body hidden under quilts,
Poor wounded arm lies, lifeless.
Sam sits quietly by his side,
"My life for him, I would give."

Soft grey twilight of evening,
The fever causes him to shiver,
His dreams of black horses and fear.
Sam's tears slide slowly down his cheeks,
"My life for him, I would give."

Dawns rosy glow warms the room,
"What time is it?"
So happy, the pain is gone.
Sam's joy knows no bounds,
"My life for him, I would give."