A quick but emotion-filled poem I typed in only a minute, expressing Grima
and Eowyn in the room as he touches her skin, taking in her beauty and in
return, being spat at, figuratively ("Your words are poison") and left to
mourn at his misfortune.
Neither Grima nor Eowyn belong to me . I simply use these character for the
lack of any creativity in my simply mind :)
Enjoy.
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Eyes
Blue
Ice
Crystals
Face
Pale
Linen
Cloth
Robes
Black
Midnight
Sky
Fingers
Long
Caress
Cheek
Hair
Golden
Summer
Sun
Eyes
Shut
Poison
Words
White
Flash
Darkness
Falls
Alone
Tear
Head
Hung
Lost
Love
Never
Received
Goodbye
Eowyn
Now
Forever .