All ends in death; the sun will rise,
But all is dark within my soul.
I thought to rule, but all was lies.
A slave I was. My master cries
“All ends in death!” The sun will rise
On all I’ve lost; I’ve paid the toll.
All ends in death, the sun will rise,
But all is dark within my soul.
And Revised version that “follows the rules” better:
All ends in death; the sun will rise,
But all is dark within my soul.
I thought to rule, but all was lies,
All ends in death. The sun will rise
On all I’ve lost. It’s gone from me
And I have paid a heavy toll.
All ends in death, the sun will rise,
But all is dark within my soul.
A cage can hold without a lock,
They need no bars to hold me here.
They know that I will never walk.
A cage can hold without a lock,
Nor bars, nor key, and yet it mocks
The truth--- I’m only held by fear.
A cage can hold without a lock,
They need no bars to hold me here.
A Trio of Triolets: Frodo’s Road
The weary road goes up and on.
My heart goes down and down.
One step upon another one
The weary road goes up. And on
I walk, though strength is nearly gone.
So heavy is my burden grown!
The weary road goes up and on
My heart goes down and down.
The ring hangs heavy on the chain,
It weighs upon my weary heart.
That wheel of fire I see so plain!
The ring hangs heavy on the chain,
My precious torment. Precious pain,
That burned within me from the start.
The ring hangs heavy on the chain,
It weighs upon my weary heart.
The road is more than I can bear
To walk, though I don’t walk alone.
One step, and then another, there’s
The road. Is more than I can bear
This thing so foul and yet so fair?
One step upon another one,
The road is more than I can bear
To walk. Though I don’t walk alone.
A Triolet Cycle for Frodo
My hand is marred, the long-gone finger pains,
White scar upon my shoulder, scarcely seen,
Yet aching with the seeping cold that chills again.
My hand is marred, the long-gone finger pains
With every change of wind and rain.
Flesh scarred, the torment always keen,
My hand is marred, the long-gone finger pains,
White scar upon my shouder, scarcely seen.
My hand, though marred, still handles things;
The ordinary life of living still goes on.
My voice still speaks, (though does not sing).
My hand, though marred, still hands things
To me. Touches hot, and cold that stings,
Feels water, though the finger’s gone.
My hand, though marred, still handles things,
The ordinary life of living still goes on.
My hand, so marred, can lift the looking glass,
And in the looking glass my face can smile
Though tears, and not the foolish smile, will last.
My hand, so marred, can lift the drinking glass,
Yet sweet dark wine won’t help the pain to pass,
Nor ease my broken heart a little while.
My hand, so marred, can lift the looking glass,
And in the looking glass my face can smile.
My hand, still marred, lies on my breast
And holds the Starwhite Gem that brings me ease.
The pain beats there, it does not rest.
Hand, still marred, lies on my breast
And feels the pain. Deep hid, I fear lest
The pain might live beyond the seas.
Hand still marred, lies on my breast
And holds the Starwhite Gem that brings me ease.
My hand, though marred, is healed of pain.
My broken heart created new and whole
Now beats beneath the Starwhite gem again.
My hand, though marred, is healed of pain,
Joy warms my body, and lovely peace again
Pours over me, and lifts my soul.
My hand, though marred, is healed of pain,
My happy heart is beating, new and whole.
It seems so odd to sit and type,
To send the words so far away.
The words are blue, the screen is white.
It seems so odd to sit and type,
And yet you know it feels so right;
To sit and read, all night and day
It seems. So odd to sit and type,
To send the words so far away.
