Concept copyright J. R. R. Tolkien & The Tolkien Estate

Flotsam

Stare westward t'ward the ruin of your hope,
Dashed down as hubris rising broke its oath.
Now mocking, surge the breakers on the line,
And leave your marrow naked to the storm.

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Exhale in time with heartbeats of the tide,
Which ebbing, drag pale flotsam in their wake.
Cast wide your splintered past across the shore,
Drift, empty hearted, dune-side with the dawn.