My Light is Gone
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: I wrote this while watching Lord of the Rings (the Moria scene) at a slumber party, at approximately one o'clock in the morning. It is currently two o'clock in the morning, and I'm typing this. It will be approximately two-thirty when I post this. I'm a little on the odd side, aren't I? (Don't answer that.)
I knew he was leaving - I always knew
But sitting here, watching him speak
As though the old times were somehow renewed
And not love's token of the past
Though he was my cousin -
Or, second-cousin, to be exact -
He was always more of an uncle
To me
As he disappears, he disappears from my life
My heart will forever feel his presence
Though mine eyes can no longer see
O, I try to convince myself, it was meant to be
A tear wells up in my eyes
I will not cry, I will not cry
The void in my heart will soon leave
Or so I try to convince myself
People milling about, people confused
But still I sit in my seat,
My heart having the same emotions as that of a statue
A pat on the shoulder, a beckon goodbye
But still, I remain
My uncle - my father - has left my life
Perhaps ne'er to be seen again
Forgotten, the candles amidst are blown out
My light is gone
* * *
A brilliant white light
Gandalf, no!
Be careful!
The beast falls! Victory is near!
. . .Then everything stops
As one lone figure falls in
Gandalf, Gandalf! Hold on, I'm coming!
Strong arms, holding me back
Release me, release me!
I cannot bear to lose my light
Once more
A decisive gleam in his wild, wise eyes
"Fly, you fools!"
And he falls. . .
A cry wells up within my soul that no voice could match
Not even my own
"Gandalf!"
It is too late - he is gone
All is dark in the mines again
My light is gone
* * *
Sam is, for once, asleep
And resting peacefully
Nightmares always, real and imagined. . .
All life gone from his face
Hunger and thirst carved into it
O, why did ye have to come, dear Sam?
Darkness is the only thing alive in this land
Sam and I are no longer so,
More walking corpses than men
But a light lives on in him, refusing to diminish in this darkness
I sigh, closing my eyes heavily
My hand slips into my pocket, my fingers wrapping about the cool phial
Galadriel's gift in Lorien
A light in the darkness. . .
I live now in darkness. . .
But it hast not glown for quite some time
I look up at the covered sky
Where is the light?
Where might it lie?
I turn again to my sleeping companion
Bold and daring in his own humble way
He rustles slightly beneath my gaze, but sleeps on
A glow exists in his heart, in his entire being
I loved my friend for it
I loved dear Bilbo and Gandalf for it. . .
Tears fill mine eyes, and I look up at the covered sky
Once more
"You knew, didn't you?" I choked. "You knew he would never leave me,
Even in my time of darkness."
A deep gratitude fills my entire being,
And feel as though I am about to cry
I finally understand now. . .
I say a little prayer that I could only hope that the gods could hear
Even in this land of sickened darkness
"Love in my heart," I whisper to the heavens above,
"You are my light."
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: I wrote this while watching Lord of the Rings (the Moria scene) at a slumber party, at approximately one o'clock in the morning. It is currently two o'clock in the morning, and I'm typing this. It will be approximately two-thirty when I post this. I'm a little on the odd side, aren't I? (Don't answer that.)
I knew he was leaving - I always knew
But sitting here, watching him speak
As though the old times were somehow renewed
And not love's token of the past
Though he was my cousin -
Or, second-cousin, to be exact -
He was always more of an uncle
To me
As he disappears, he disappears from my life
My heart will forever feel his presence
Though mine eyes can no longer see
O, I try to convince myself, it was meant to be
A tear wells up in my eyes
I will not cry, I will not cry
The void in my heart will soon leave
Or so I try to convince myself
People milling about, people confused
But still I sit in my seat,
My heart having the same emotions as that of a statue
A pat on the shoulder, a beckon goodbye
But still, I remain
My uncle - my father - has left my life
Perhaps ne'er to be seen again
Forgotten, the candles amidst are blown out
My light is gone
* * *
A brilliant white light
Gandalf, no!
Be careful!
The beast falls! Victory is near!
. . .Then everything stops
As one lone figure falls in
Gandalf, Gandalf! Hold on, I'm coming!
Strong arms, holding me back
Release me, release me!
I cannot bear to lose my light
Once more
A decisive gleam in his wild, wise eyes
"Fly, you fools!"
And he falls. . .
A cry wells up within my soul that no voice could match
Not even my own
"Gandalf!"
It is too late - he is gone
All is dark in the mines again
My light is gone
* * *
Sam is, for once, asleep
And resting peacefully
Nightmares always, real and imagined. . .
All life gone from his face
Hunger and thirst carved into it
O, why did ye have to come, dear Sam?
Darkness is the only thing alive in this land
Sam and I are no longer so,
More walking corpses than men
But a light lives on in him, refusing to diminish in this darkness
I sigh, closing my eyes heavily
My hand slips into my pocket, my fingers wrapping about the cool phial
Galadriel's gift in Lorien
A light in the darkness. . .
I live now in darkness. . .
But it hast not glown for quite some time
I look up at the covered sky
Where is the light?
Where might it lie?
I turn again to my sleeping companion
Bold and daring in his own humble way
He rustles slightly beneath my gaze, but sleeps on
A glow exists in his heart, in his entire being
I loved my friend for it
I loved dear Bilbo and Gandalf for it. . .
Tears fill mine eyes, and I look up at the covered sky
Once more
"You knew, didn't you?" I choked. "You knew he would never leave me,
Even in my time of darkness."
A deep gratitude fills my entire being,
And feel as though I am about to cry
I finally understand now. . .
I say a little prayer that I could only hope that the gods could hear
Even in this land of sickened darkness
"Love in my heart," I whisper to the heavens above,
"You are my light."