by Quietforce, aka Ali, (alimooka@your-house.com). Frodo's POV, walking closer to Mt Doom. He is Tolkien's creation, of course, not mine. Very loose poetry. (Poor Fro. *sniffle*)
Shadowland
The Eye
It watches me
It penetrates my very soul
With each step, I walk farther from myself,
And closer to nothing.
Blackness, so complete
It banishes all thought of light
Of hope; even memory of it escapes me
As the wheel of fire burns in my mind
Consuming my will.
Waking or sleeping
I am a shadow of myself.
Will it ever end?
Where will I find rest?
No one knows how empty I am;
No living being deserves this
And so I will bear it
Hoping that none ever shall.
To the very end
The end of all things.