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Prayer by Nightfall
O Valar with Thy blazing might
Care Ye upon this frigid night
To hear frayed pleas by moonless light
Bled from this weary soul?
O fickle Child, thy soul is bare
What need has wandered foal for mare?
Thy future strays
Thy heart, imprisoned
But, We hear thee still
We listen
Manwë, Lord of wind and air
Lift me aloft; winged with despair
That I may flee this ring-bound snare
Escape the fiery depthless coal
Hallowed from this burning soul
There is no hope of freeing flight
For thee my Child, from folly's fright
From cold East dawns
The heat of wisdom
Failed wings of wax take heed
And glisten
Varda, Queen of soft starlight
Kindle sightless orbs alight
That I may pierce this ring-wrought night
Glimpse beyond the veil of cold
Freezing through this lonely soul
My gentle Child, my eyes are thine
For thee to search for truth sublime
Within thy self
Thy light lies hidden
The dark is but a fleet
Transition
Ulmo, Lord of sea and lake
Still now this hand; fell deeds unmake
That I may cleanse my ring-bought slate
Wipe fresh the crimson mottled scroll
The lifeline of this murderous soul
No running stream; no brook unbidden
Can cleanse thee of thy grave commission
Alone my Child
Once-brave Mariner
Chart forth thy lonely course
Come hither
Námo, Lord of fate and doom
I fear not thy impending loom
For as I hearken in the gloom
Hollow ring-life's fading toll
Will bear away this waiting soul
Think thee to so lightly claim
Thy penalty in Námo's name?
Rest easy, Child
Thy sleep draws neigh
There is not Judgment
Only Why
( ( (((o))) ) )
Even when you're lost in the dark
Sometimes all you need to do
Is finger past the fears
Bridge the gap
And hold on to words on the other side.
Because no matter how alone you think you are
No matter how unforgivable your deeds may seem
There is always someone waiting
To welcome you home.
( ( (((o))) ) )
Postamble: Hallo there, fellow cybertronic walkers of Middle Earth. This is my first dabble into the elusive shadow realm of (gasp) fan-fiction! Yeah! Woohoo! Riiight. So, as I hurriedly herd the mutated figments of my dementia away from this blotched crime scene; you guys can just sit back, lift up that glass of sparkly Llama Juice, and drink to this attempt at -drumroll please- poetry! Gasp, wow, splutter, bang. And yes, you may fear the awful divider.