Because I am out of practice as hell, this just kinda happened, and I need to recover my muse. And also I enjoy ripping my own heart out.
Feel the steel in his ribs
As though it were your own
Know the loss of his blood
When it drips through your fingers
See his eyes as they dim
And do nothing
Hold his hand as he rasps
Clutch it tighter
Lover slips past all knowing
But that you were there beside him
Heir to Durin's throne, pass away
Be, again, all but unknown
Words from your lips
Matter little
But the words from his lips
Are his last
Carry them down, hold them close
Until even your own dying breath
As you think your last remember your past
And the lover who died in your arms
Durinson, pass away
And know that ere break of day
You found your long forgotten gold
And so much more
Flaxen-haired heir
Be not afraid
Your glory too would come
Though your brow will never bear the weight of a crown
Archer-dwarrow, child of the stars
You leave much grief in your wake
For as your light did fade, and to her you bade
Your goodbye, her light faded too, perhaps more than you knew
To the sweet summer berry
Plucked from his bush, planted leagues away
The king is arrived safe at last
If not to the throne he desired
To the bearer of stars and arrows
Unknowing of love
You shall not have returned
The love that you shared, that tradition spurned
Those left behind shall remember
But those that are gone shall forget
The price that was paid, and the bonds that were made
Forged from blood and the wreckage of life