Disclaimer: I own nothing except my love for a furry little hobbit.
A/N: I wrote this about Frodo's experience on the battle of Weathertop, but realized it could apply to just about anything. Enjoy!=)
The Stabbing
Death comes to snatch my life, In ghastly white, and swirling dread
I pull away, ask him to play, as searing pain comes to my head
Poison ash runs through my skin, the lights they dim and know no more
Dashing in and out of dreams, to me it seems, I find a door
It shines pale in my darkened world, perhaps the light can somehow show
How to find my life and end my plight, to live inside its golden glow.
-Melanie
*OMG you say! It's short! I know. It scares me too.*