"Are Nazgul as evil as people portray them
or are they just misunderstood?
I feel that I must stand alone.
No one should feel they need to stand alone.
But I do!
Mountains may crumble.
Hearts may break.
But the words of another
are the only thing
keeping me from sinking into the void.
A void that I draw closer to.
A void that pulls me and calls my name.
I died in my sleep
and came back to life as a wraith.
Is this my punishment for a past deed?
I do not know for that is not what I sense.
For I sense others pain.
I sense their grief.
I sense their emotions
and understand what and who I truly am.
A wraith I may be
but I will traverse the world to understand
my existence and purpose in my life.
That is if I have a purpose at all.
I was reborn away from Minas Morgul.
Home!
It is home to me if only I can go, . . . home.
I have very few memories of it but of what I know . . .
Death... knocks at my door.
It is calling me now!
Should I answer?
or should I just tell him to go?
I do not feel ready to go and yet, death is ever persistent.
Sounds of a roaring fire greet my ears.
A lidless eye stares at me.
It calls out to me.
I walk toward it.
The fire of the eye is comforting.
I find myself running to it in hopes of reaching it.
I never do for it is too far away.
I scream in frustration.
My hands reach out to the eye
but I cannot reach it for the eye is a world apart from me.
Will I never feel it's fiery heat?
Will I not hear the voice of the eye call me?
It knows I am to far away to answer.
The flames dance in a sort of disappointment.
I hear it call one more time before the eye turns and leaves me.
I am alone . . ."