Torn
Freelance poem about Aragorn's torn loyalties in book. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle Earth or Aragorn merely the inspiration for this poem.
A single figure stands at a defining path in life
He hears the music on the wind
Emanating from the white walls and seven levels
Strong and ancient is the tune
Yet the green stone at his breast,
The fallen two,
The boat at the falls and the Eastern shore,
The two little ones taken by the enemy,
The two traveling to their doom,
And the two mismatched friends standing by,
Remind him of his new ties
And of his loyalties and friendships
The Fellowship
Or Home
His Heart cries out in frustration
Torn
He takes a step towards Home
And its music begins to infuse itself into his blood
Thrumming, calling, and throbbing with a steady beat
He looks back in uncertainty
Loyalty, love, and friendship pulling him to the other path
He is back to where he started
Torn
To the left the Fellowship
Or to the right Home
Torn
Suddenly he stands tall
A striking figure of Old
He has decided his course
He strides purposefully down the left path
Not looking back
So as to join his companions
Yet in his eyes
You see hope and a dream
A dancing flame
Torn
But he has chosen the fellowship
Forever Torn
But he has resolved to go Home in the end
Forever Torn
He will be forever torn till the end of the war
Torn