Does anyone know how it feels
to fear yourself?
I do. I fear
myself more than anything.
When he offered me
the ring, did he
realize that he offered me
both my sweetest dream
as my worst nightmare?

Does anyone know how it feels
to know that
your time is gone?
When he offered me the ring
I had to choose my own fate.
A bad somebody,
a good nobody?
Powerful and hated,
weak but loved?

I finally have chosen,
I have chosen my
own choice.
I do not know whether
to hate or love it.
That I will diminish,
go into the west,
But remain Galadriel,
I have passed the test.