Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Cloak

From my last summer-breath
To the ending of the age
When the hills close above
and the sky rains down flame.

But in the end
I'll be who I will be
Though until then
You'll be secret to me.

Out of the snow
Comes a Dark, mishapen form
I fight, high and low
Until the breaking of the dawn.

Until the last, I remove his hoary head
And at last I know, and see
When I lay him to his final bed
The monster's face is me.

If you do see this poem, it's for you. It came to me, and I think in this sense it is appropriate. Gollum inspired me, and I hope he rests in peace.

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