A Lament for Darkness
The warmth of the sun upon my face...
The sound of laughter and the smiles of the elves and my friends...
this place is free of evil,
And yet I yearn for that darkness,
For in its darkness...
For all Lorien's glory,
Never to hold you again...
So what do you think?
Jenny
by Jenny Sand
sn't it funny... that on such a beautiful, sunny day,
my thoughts will wander back and stray...
to a starless night
that seems so far away.
is forgotten for the chill of another place...
are lost in a memory of darkness that knows no end.
Blossom-scented air... bathes my weary face,
but can't erase the foul stench... that ruled that reeking place.
and we need not fear—not as then,
when, ever watchful,
we felt the danger near.
that smell of fear and gloom.
Yes, I miss all the hardness...
that is Moria, is Khazad-dúm.
I could hold you tight,
could feel your warmth,
and sense your inner light.
I shall find no rest here.
That is all that I fear.
And I was Thinking Boromir on Aragorn
