Into the West my Heart Belongs

by Aug 19, 2005Poetry

We heard the great battle cries from afar
and the silver spears slicing through the fog.
Death’s cry pierced Night’s endless life
but my shielded heart remained intact.

When hope seemed but a misty dream,
the old withered Tree appeared before me.
Trickling down through the sun-lit leaves,
he refreshed my spirit for the journey ahead.

Now that the burden was finally gone,
the pain still endured deep within.
Fate doesn’t pity the troubled mind.
Only the Sea can heal these wounds.

After the trinket was no more
and Middle Earth was bestowed to Men,
my tattered heart faced the West
for the last journey to desired Peace.


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