The shroud of innocence gone in your eyes.
As you see the fortress where Mt Doom lies.
Clambering up through the rocks to its peak.
Your soul is still strong, but your legs are weak.
The demons you have faced internal,and out.
As your journey with the ring took you south.
Two you have watched fall at Sauron's hands.
One was a friend, one a dishearted man.
You fled them all, but could not leave the one.
He is like your savior on this quest you begun.
Now he cradles you on the barren ground.
In his heart is where your strength is found.
Now even as death seems the only way out.
His heart is strong, his love is stout.
This however is not the end of the tale.
Fate has decided here you need to dwell.
Away on the wings of the eagles you fly.
Today you were not meant to die.
You waken to old friends, long thought gone.
And a familiar face that helped you along.
Now years later you stand by the ship.
A tear in your eye, a red book at your hip.
With a smile, he waved good-bye with his hand.
As he sailed to the Undying Lands.