Shadow by Perfect Ruin
Note: This is a Grima/Eowyn poem/one shot. I am not a G/E shipper, I have a friend who is and this just popped into my head while I was working on something else. This is the first LOTR fic I've written in months, and the first poem that wasn't for schoolwork. Flames shall be used in my flame thrower.
~*~
His voice is an ill whisper
Haunting my mind, as he haunts my steps
Always he is close by, but always out of sight
He is following me
His words are like poison, but hidden in some is a trace of something else
A trace.could it be love?
The walls are cold stone, as I fear my heart is
Locked, without a door
Could he have the key?
Sometimes I fear that no one understands me
And yet I feel he does
How that is possible I don't know
And yet it is true
He is following me
And I shall let him
~*~
Note: This is a Grima/Eowyn poem/one shot. I am not a G/E shipper, I have a friend who is and this just popped into my head while I was working on something else. This is the first LOTR fic I've written in months, and the first poem that wasn't for schoolwork. Flames shall be used in my flame thrower.
~*~
His voice is an ill whisper
Haunting my mind, as he haunts my steps
Always he is close by, but always out of sight
He is following me
His words are like poison, but hidden in some is a trace of something else
A trace.could it be love?
The walls are cold stone, as I fear my heart is
Locked, without a door
Could he have the key?
Sometimes I fear that no one understands me
And yet I feel he does
How that is possible I don't know
And yet it is true
He is following me
And I shall let him
~*~