Disclaimer: Tolkien´s characters.
Um..er..first poem in English here. Please, read it twice before flaming it; it works that way..or sort of... And, first things first; thanks to Lady Masterblott for throwing the challenge (sadly ignoring the outcome), and to Finch for (learned) help. Thanks also to those who were eager a month ago to see it, but I had to gather a lot of gut before putting this forward. You will understand why.
This is a companion piece to the story "In Her Shadow", a ghost story where Indis, queen of the Noldor, is haunted by the ghost of her husband´s first wife..or by images made up by her own guilty conscience. In fact, it goes with the second chapter, "Deep in the Shadows"; though at first its title was "Replaced". Take both as legitimate.
Deep in the Shadows
Sad mouth,
silent eyes
She is a wraith
and she cries.
She left long ago her old life behind,
a torn, fragile body; the love of her kind
who mourned for her
to sit in dark halls, refusing to hear
the pleas of the child she had left in tears.
She was not aware.
Look there, silent spirit, and see there
Withered lilies lie beneath your fingers
A fading grief, a promise not kept,
and broken was the bond that had lingered
the day when I killed you again.
Did you come now to remind me?
* * * * *
Sad mouth,
silent eyes
She is a wraith,
and she hides.
Searching and running; then she disappears
Stay quiet, listen: her breath I can hear
so soft in the dark.
I can feel her grieving, I can see her tears
Her gaze is accusing, but she is never here
and she never was.
Sad mouth,
silent gaze
She is a wraith
and she is dead
Still, deep in the night she is waiting for me
and deep in the shadows she dwells
I turn away, cravenly fearing to see
the dead spirit , cloaked in pain
who calls me intruder with silent disdain.
(The End)