…That night
Rain like tears was falling
The wind like a lion was roaring
And the glass has shivered with fright
When terror has struck
And with unbearable pain
The wounded hobbit
Looked at the rain…
For him…every breath was painful
Every movement was torture
The falling rain was playful with the nature
And in his mind he understood
That his end must be near at hand.
Those eyes were filled with fright
It was a pitiful sight in the middle of the night
How she has felt his nearing death.
To his aid they swiftly came
And that illness at once was eased
For he was taken into her loving
And caring arms…
