Ghosts Within
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In depth of night, when shadows beckon souls
to risk their all with tendril wisps of mist,
I walk through halls as silent as the tomb
and wish the company I knew were by my side.
A shiver runs its fingers down my spine,
as age old memories return with every glimpse
of times gone by, revealed in ancient splendour
by the candle born aloft in trembling hand.
A sound.
A softly sighing wind runs through the air.
I turn.
And all the past appears before my aching heart.
I fall.
To knees now agèd and unused to such abuse
and which will one day soon bend for their last.
Here, in this place I once called home, my dreams
call forth the ones I used to know and cow'ring
under each and every stare I see my life
laid open for their view and tremble at the very thought.
In depth of night I wander here alone
and shadows beckon to my soul to heed
their call and join them in the twilight mists
between the waking and eternal rest.
In longing for the days gone by I watch,
as shade detaches, flies and then is gone
to join the multitude of restless souls within these walls.
A/N
Although, in my heart I can only think that both Elladan and Elrohir would have chosen to be counted amongst the elves and joined their father and mother over the sea the angst lover in me can't help that what if feeling. This poem came from one of those moments. What if one twin had chosen mortality - what would he be feeling as he neared the end of his life and would he regret his choice...