MOON LETTERS : POETRY
FRODO'S DREAM - by Connie
I see the road ahead, and it's so cold and dark,
There's no sun shining through these poisoned clouds.
I feel a weight that is more than I can bear
I suffer nightmares were dreadful ghosts like to play
My heart is tearing up in thousands tears of grief,
The greatest peril is not a foe, but the things that grow beneath.
I try in vain to grasp a breath through the smoke
My hope has faded into nothing but remorse
Doubt grows with every step I take into the endless night,
A longing to avoid this painful quest grows deeper inside
My soul has lost its joy and innocent dreams
My mind is losing ground in its battle with the ring
I scream forever but there's no one to hear the call
I beg redemption and freedom from this hurt
I grabble thirsty of a beam of warm light
I feel I'm stabbed by hundreds of unkind knifes
I wish I were calm and loose by a cozy fire
I wish my fears were just bad dreams of one night
I wish I were running through endless fields of green
Smiling at the sun whistling happy melodies
But the wishes turn to hideous hands of beasts
That carry me through tunnels of death and fear
Poison runs freely through my veins
Lashes of a whip are the best I could take
Gnarling and roaring, and pestilent breath
A terrifying laughter piercing through my hope
Blind and frozen in a cell of malice
I lose my sanity and all I know
But it's finally over, a tender voice calls
A warm hand lies in my frowned brows
I hear the crackle of wood in fire
And feel the caress of cotton and fur.
Sam smiles and says its over
But the pain remains hidden in a corner
I cry the knowledge of this sad fate
It's a part of me now, that won't ever fade.
Someday I'll reach that realm of light
Someday I'll see through this inner cloud
In the reign of elves it will come to pass
My heart will heal, as well my mind
I will be free at last
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