Silence.
It is all there is to hear.
Fore Minis Tirith bears not a whisper.
There is an unseen veil over my eyes,
Over everyone's eyes:
Everything is swallowed in shadow this night.
Waiting on the edge of the bottomless pit,
Despairing over what will come,
Dwelling on tomorrow.
I am alone,
To face the glowing evil ahead,
To face the inevitable fire.
But now it is silent,
Now, the world holds its breath,
It must soon breath again.
I cannot turn my head from the path before me.
But I cannot tread on it until I am called,
How will I know when to take a step?
The only thing I hear is.
Silence.