From the Desk of Denethor
Family, one by one, the cleft
Within my heart is slow to heal,
My son in his perishing so deft.
Do you see the star tonight –
Bright silver to challenge my own heart’s might,
Laced with blue to tarnish,
Finduilas, gone, who was my guiding light.
What more is there for me?
My youngest, death’s door does he see.
Mordor’s might is growing faster
Ah! And now I know the way to end, to be-
Fire! As stillness is the dead man’s shroud-
Gondor’s white tower is not obscured by cloud
This night I dive into the deeps unknown
In comfort of fire - forever, bitter, proud.
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