Fell words etched
By a dagger piercing
Shape shifting as whispered words
Spoken in utter darkness
Piercing as blade cannot
Fingers threading down my neck
Vile, vulgar
I watch rendered helpless
As if bewitched, akin to one who love as a father
A still lingering shadow I have become
I look strong, a daughter of kings
Yet inside I crumble
Half believing evil words, spewed from a snake's mouth
I scream,
No sound issues.
Some days I dare to hope
Oft hope to be free
To die fighting with valor
Not within this cage
Others I lose myself in despair
Drowning
I'm a sister to the lonely darkness,
Forlorn, alone.
Darkness is all I now know
in the bitter watches of the night
Half spoken secrets uttered to enclosed walls
It was then I beheld him
Ranger, exile from the north
Hope of a dwindled race
Last of the line of Numenor
Veiling a royal beauty felt
Sternness akin to kings of old
a crown of wisdom on his brow
Beyond the measure of man
Our hope to banish the darkness laying siege
Became my struggling, gasping, hope
Love was kindled for the captain of men
Proud heir of kings
A song my heart sang
Yearning for a love not mine
A love I knew would tread no farther
I know not whether I loved
a shadow of a thought
Yet as I healed
I knew, I grew to love another
I knew of a love that healed,
Let my spirits free.