Darkness
hounding me
chasing me
Five feet in front of me
I cannot see.
Where am I?
The only thing of
significance to recall
is that I was taken
and thrust with my brother
into the dark forest wall.
Where is my brother, where is he?
My brother is not there
and neither is he here
though he should be running with me
he is nowhere near.
He closely mirrored
more than ever
my expression of fear
but I cannot find him now
our mental link was severed.
It was his servants
who had us by force
bound and shackled
with chains and manacles
the ones who took us to the forest
of the silent cry of evil with an audible voice
and we were without a choice.
Their master was fair
light of hair
but his eyes were grey
and terrible and fey.
He was corrupted.
Those eyes held
no mercy to anyone and
before he killed my father
He glanced once at us
and would have us live no longer.
The two died
strangled by each other
and from afar
it seemed a gentle caress
and there seemed to be no malice in their eyes
but a plead for rest.
Where is my sister?
She was not with us
when we were captured
and incarcerated in
steel of unforgiving sin.
The chains of evil
clatter along with me
as I stumble through the dark forest
Five feet in front of me
I cannot see.
Where am I?
I am in the woods of my birth
where darkness fell
over the land, the trees.
And I finally would understand
the wind whistling was
their way to weep.
I cried with them
but they did not respond
and I then knew
that their souls were turned from me
and they would have the orcs
my limbs to hew.
My brother is without me
and I am ever alone.
I faintly wonder of the Weaver
would she picture me helpless
in the tapestry that she had long since sown?
Where is he
where am I
where are we?
Ultimately I sink
to my knees in the dirt
as I hear the band of orcs closely
and I grasp the hem of my shirt
as they happen and wreak havoc upon me.
Well, there isn't an exact...context to this? I guess it's not really in standard poetry form.
Some places just weren't meant to rhyme.