Green and Gray

I want you to love me, he whispers, unable to speak

And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak

Then he awoke. Now he's scared to death somebody heard

If it was you, and you know her, please don't say a word…

He dreamt, sometimes, when sleep finally overtook him in the depth of night's blackness. Always the dreams were of Éowyn, his fairest princess; always he was tortured by them.

He always saw her alone, standing tall and proud; but she was like a beautiful specter, naught but a fading memory of times full of wonder and glory. She was almost translucent to his dream-eyes, spun of a whirlwind of lost remembrances and broken hopes. Flickering before him, her eyes would finally meet his, and she would see him at last not as a monster, but as a man. And running towards her, desperate to cling to what was left of her, she would swirl away into the mist.

He would awaken then, stunned by the aching, acute pain left him, and he would close his eyes and weep until dawn.