MOON LETTERS : POETRY 
					
					Lessons of Pity - By White Gull 
  
In Emyn Muil's wretched wastes  
Not only footpaths fled,  
Into my soul cold darkness stole 
And blurred all hopes with dread.  
But faced with mirrored, mired end,  
When in hopeless eyes I gazed,  
Pity's peace gave fear release 
And hope to new height raised. 
  
In Frodo's heart a choice was made -- and pity's seeds were sown.  
He little knew the fruit that grew would his own fate soon own. 
  
Through trackless, barren, cruel roads 
I've followed, helped, endured,  
But the hardest test was sword hand's rest 
When by rights his end I'd earned.  
There on Mt. Doom's fearful crest 
I felt heart's embers fanned,  
And soon give place to pity's grace 
With hateful vengeance banned. 
  
Sam's choice followed Frodo's own -- late, perhaps, but true,  
And put to test, gave master rest, from a task he could not do. 
  
Long years I walked through forest paths 
Observing realms of old,  
Elves and men, at peace and then,  
Distrustful, sundered, cold.  
Men's gift from Eru seemed to me 
Just penalty indeed,  
But as heart's love dies I realize 
That pity from me bleeds. 
  
Arwen's wisdom, grown though time, found pity mid her tears,  
May pity's touch mean just as much to hearts down through the years.
				 
				 
				
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