Main Character: Merry
Secondary Character: Eowyn
Rating: PG-13

Author's notes: This is Merry's POV. His reflections upon his actions during the battles of the War. Please review and send me your comments. It's my first try at poetry. Thanks.
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The Void of Dreams

Sometimes in the night I feel it,
Close as breath, yet somehow so untouchable.
Silently the past comes stealing,
Sweet the draught of something so unquenchable.

Memories of pain and pleasure,
Flood my eyes in shades of deepest blood and fear.
Stare into the vacant hollow;
thousand voices screaming for the wind to hear.

Piercing cries and midnight shadow,
Frame an iron crown within a faceless face.
She is there, a golden window.
Shadows stretch; we're poised upon the precipice.

Death is there to keep us honest,
Breathing grace to some deep wounded part of me.
At the point of total darkness,
Fly the ghosts of nightmares made too dim to see.

Through the gloom I see my shadow
wield the instrument of bitter cold and light.
Fevered now, in hate I feel it
Choke my very soul with bitterness and fright.

Dance the dance of fate unwinding,
Following a destiny I can't evade.
Thrust the blade and loost the binding
in the space between the victory and the grave.

In the dark of night I taste it
from the bitter crop of twisted memories.
Some we loose and some we visit
Sing the song of long forgotten melody.