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Naked in the Dark Frodo at the Fire as he claims the Ring and is claimed by it and also claimed by another. Inspired by jan-u-wine’s poem of the same name. Written in response of the April 2011 LOTR Genfic community challenge to write a poem. My element was ‘mountain’ which is very interesting as I had already written much of this before I received that so it was easy to insert the word right in! Nominated for a 2011 MEFA! Completely slash-free as always. I am naked before him And he before me The last veil swept away He can feel my lust And I can feel his A terrible fire that blackens as it consumes the sacrifice I bring Then I feel an overwhelming fear that I marvel is coming from him He sees his peril, but does he not know it is for naught? I cannot choose to destroy this thing that has destroyed me I cannot choose to destroy my self Cruel arms surround me I fight them, thinking they are his, seeking after his prize Claws rend me as his malice has this entire time, leaving me long before now raw and bleeding before him Hatred and rage fill me as I realize that a greater lust has invaded our union Teeth crueler than the arms pierce us A howl fills the air as our treasure is wrested away I kneel at the edge as the flames leap up to consume it, him, me I am left alone, as the fire burns through the empty shell that is all that is left within The agony of my loss makes me long to drown myself in the flames below, to quench with it the lust that burns with everlasting fire, to warm the cold in which my nothingness now shivers, bereft of our precious, bereft of everything No, not everything A different warmth comes, a gentle hand takes me own a light filters into the darkness I look at the one who smiles at me, naked to him as well I tremble at what he must see I stare mesmerized as he clothes me in his love, anoints the tears in me with his tears, and even as the world ends around us rejoices that I am free I wonder what he means Free of what? To do what? There are no choices left Only the doom that brought us to this mountain, that I brought him here to share He mourns the loss of a single finger of mine, regretting that he has nothing to bind or comfort it with He is wrong there He binds it with his love and comforts it with his light He says he would rather have given a whole hand of his own, but he will soon be giving so much more than that in the fire that will consume us both, as it has already consumed me these long months I would beg forgiveness but I know it would be for naught He will not despair even now He still lives I am neither alive nor dead, empty but for the love he gives and the lust that still burns He cannot fill the nothingness that is within or the nothingness that awaits Only for love of him do I allow him to lead me away, to delay our doom a few moments longer, to stretch out my agony in order not to add to his He tenderly caresses my broken hand and heart, telling me how much he wishes he could hear the tale that will be told of us I cannot help but smile as I look into his shining eyes My hope my love my light my life He is my own And I belong to him Here at the end of all things, I am glad I am free
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