An odd poem about Aragorn.
Dark is night,
But I am light,
And dwell in the deep of night,
Where I live,
Where I breathe,
Where the world comes to peace.
Sometimes I wonder,
Who I am,
And how I came to be this way.
Controversial,
In my head,
How it can be that I remain standing,
Whilst I should be dead.
Years before,
In darkened wood
And over fallen tree,
I wondered,
Aimless,
From what I thought would never end.
A dark shadow,
With it's valor cast aside,
Broke the peace,
Cast me to dwell,
Within the confines
Of an unknown hell.
Bitter weeping,
Could be heard,
When the shadow broke it's word,
And broke the mirror,
Of her heart,
To darkness did such life be brought.
I turn around,
Clean up my camp,
The enemy still haunts me.
I leave into the dusk,
I rest at dawn,
The war was lost,
I was the clown.
But I betrayed it,
But they forgot it.
True, my side won,
In that war,
Years ago.
The trouble is,
That they forgot whose side,
I twas on.
They won the war,
As did I,
But I lost because I acted as myself.
Few allies have I now,
But they know who I once was.
I am who they called good and great,
Though today I berate myself,
For the mistakes of my past.
Not made by me, but those long gone,
Who cannot be forgiven.
They do not remember,
It's long forgotten to their race,
But I remember every detail of that day…
The cannon went,
The battle on,
He fought in front,
With his father.
They attacked the elder man,
But he kept on,
And was the one who was first to meet the adversary.
In one blow,
The man was killed,
But his son took up his sword,
And in one sweep destroyed the enemy's defense.
The chance to destroy,
The thing of evil did he hold.
But,
Minute last,
He took it for himself.
And by the past, I cannot be forgiven for his weakness!
I stand tall,
Nearing town am I.
I know they fear me,
Think I'm evil,
Not on their side.
But I protect them,
But I save them,
And they shall never know.
They call me, "Strider".
But I am not who they think I am.
I am Aragorn,
Son of Arathorn*,
And some day I will for give myself,
For a fault that falls not on me,
But long ago.
I will,
But in time.
I know not all of this goes along with LoR,
but I started out as just writing a poem about myself and it turned into this.
*Thank you, Laure.
Please review, I did write this, and if you're reading this you should have read the poem. I appreciate the input, you can even flame. If you liked this, I write a lot of poetry, so you can look at that. I apologize if I got things in this horribly wrong, this is supposed to take place before the hobbits and Aragorn meet up. Remember, this started out NOT as a fanfic, but a poem about myself, and I just turned it into this…by accident…
Sorry! I love LoR, I really do. Please tell me if anything is wrong, of such in this…
Thank you,
The Raven of Death.