Letter - Nice wormtongue to Eowny
Or is it night?
Your beauty has clouded my sight.
Is this love?
Or is it lust?
Confused is my mind.
Are you an angel of heavens above?
Or are you sent to shatter my heart?
No matter what you are.
This I still would say,
You have filled my life with grace.
Wrong or right, day or night,
No more can I look into your eyes.
Bright is the light of the even star,
One in shadow fears your touch.
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