A/N: This is a piece I was working on a couple of months ago,
then the world came up and dragged me away. Here it is now: Maglor angst.
~ Burned ~
Father, hear the song of
the cursed and the last.
Do you see me standing
here?
Father, do you see me
broken, by the shore?
I held a jewel and it
burned
me.
And when you would bid me
look and not be blinded,
with your flameglass eyes
smiling,
light and fire beautiful
my trembling fingers
my hands knew not the reek
of blood.
Father, through the darkness
through the years of torment
I sought and held what
you lost
and it burned me.
Like a shivered crystal
like a fallen fortress
like a shrivelled leaf
I sing.
Father, my hand is burned
my heart a stone beneath
my cold and lonely breast.
A stone.
Father, do you hear me?
as I swore so I have kept
as I held so I have been
burned.
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