~Eowyn~
...
Cold, forgotten winter field
A whisper in the icy trees
Of some ancient song.
Glassy eyes
Pleading
Needing
Someone to realize
Her inner state of
Complet and total
Chaos.
Hawk on the pale horizon
Searching, never finding,
For something she doesn't yet know.
Alabaster face
Masklike
Indifferent
Lying even to herself
Choking
Gasping
Suffocating
On the very fabric of her life.
Hopeless
But not loveless.
Indifferent
But not blind.
Losing
But not dead.
No
Matter
How
Much
She
Wishes
For
It
To
Come.