Maddened eyes – Of Denethor

by Apr 12, 2003Poetry

Thy maddened eyes hold fear awoke
As the deepest nightmare of night,
And in the flames awoken shames
That in thy mind are bright.

Thy grasping hands hold silent stone
As the crafted hand hath wrought,
And in thy palms the deamon calms
The glaing lidless hue.

Thy shurnken mind doth hold it’s sway
That in thy doom doth flee,
And as thee burn thee in thy turn
Shalt see thee cannot live in death.

For the fires rise, thy maddened eyes
Do not remember hope,
For the fires rise, thy maddened eyes
Are silent, seeing still.

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