A/N: I don't know if this is specifically Lord of the Rings or not, but I've read lot's of stories about 'fever dreams' so I wrote a poem about it.
Disclaimer: I don't really think I need one.
Shadows in my Dreams
The shadows are whispering to me
Making me open my eyes and see
The delusions they've created to torment my mind
Whispering lies and making me blind
To reality
Showing me things I do not wish to see
The voices grow stronger,
Asking me why I should stay on this Earth any longer
My body is weak and I no longer have the strength to open my eyes to the truth
The shadows tell me this world is uncaring and uncouth
But I still hold on to my hope in this world
Fearing what I might find
On the other-side
Then I hear a voice calling me back to the light
Somewhere I know I have the strength to fight
The other voice is urgent now but somehow I do not wish to obey it
For I am weak and the shadows seem to have kindness and wit
The shadows are whispering to me.
How shall I get out of this fever dream?
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