West of the Moon
A Tolkien Fanfiction Archive
Awake in Mordor
Flower and flame.
I let you sleep even in this darkness
For your dreams are full of rosy sunlight
And hopeful bloomings.
But my dreams are all of fire
Ever haunted, ever taunted.
Two flames alight on my breast:
Cold starlight, burning doom.
There is no hope left for me.
I become what I hate
With every step
And all is grey in my eyes.
I will go to the edge of the world
And let the others sing in the dawn.
Let my memory not disturb your dreams
Or my cries echo on the shores.
Scatter my ashes for your flowers
And let me lie in each blossom
Planted by your gentle hand.