A/N First LotR poem. Hope you enjoy!

You Hold my hands as their
heat drops down low
As I breathe heavily,
as I look up at you

You're angelic features
are twisted in fear
The Beatiful Cerulean eyes
no longer dancing with joy
but shadowed over in sorrow
Silver tears run down
your porclien face
making clean streaks across your cheeks

The golden hair
is slowly falling from it's braids
arraying on your shoulders
in a beatuiful mess

Your lower lip quivers
Your strong shoulders sag
Breath comes to you
short and quick as you cry

Whispers of Elf
come from your graceful tongue
reaching my ears
giving me some final pleasure

I close my eyes and see you again
yet this time your eyes
are dancing with much joy and hope
I take my last breath and then....

I am gone.


CHEESY I KNOW! Mwahahhahaa I am the cheese queen!
Mouse: cheese where?
Me: O.o?