West of the Moon

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Frodo and Sam fall to ruin and despair.
Category: Drama
Date: 2003-08-26


Fallen, betrayed, onto
Bitter cruel rock,
Pitying lamb to slaughter
False led.

Poisoned blood stains
His bared white throat
Beneath glinting evil chained.

Life ebbs fast;
The anguished scream
Freezes in his breast.

Bravery wields
Its own fierce sting,
Dauntless at love's behest.

With failing strength,
By will alone,
Desperate to know
The waged battle won,
He arches, twists,
Strains to see...

But bright eyes blur blue to grey,
Cannot tell him who holds sway.
Hazed vision dims,
And fades away...

Collapsing back, midst crags stretched high,
Palm upturned to darkening sky,
His out flung hand, still and small,
Beckons with silent plea.

The victor returns,
Finds... and falls,
Plummets to black despair,
Knees sheered on gravel,
Heart seared by dread,
He sees what he cannot bear:

Beloved eyes, like near-dawn skies,
Agonized, as a lightless sunrise,
Fixed on their hope and fear.

Defy crumbling ruin
To chafe and warm,
Clasp and cradle to chest;
But cold lingers chill
In unmoving form,
Denying all hope's requests.

Fragile cords bind
Endurance to life,
Frayed thin by vicious
Fang, burden, and knife:
No sign to comfort the victor's strife,
In grief left alone
To the Quest.

Soft lips shaped 'Sam,'
'Round last breath's call,

Answered, unheard, 'Me dear...'
Now, lying in arms,
He can no longer know
The caress of these
Heartbroken tears.



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