Ch. 10 - Gandalf's Lament
How does one ever say goodbye? How many have I sent to their deaths? I sit – alone – a solitary death knell rings in my ears.
Some believe I feel no pain Some believe I am cold, hard How does one fight the forces of evil And be hard?
It is with the heart Only the heart can battle evil Ever hope to triumph.
Triumph - That word echoes hollow As I sit on this stoop In this once fair city Knowing death stalks her sons
My eyes are open yet see nothing My ears only hear the bell My limbs are weak with horror
Man surprises me There seems no rhyme nor reason In their thoughts or their actions I wonder and am stilled
I pull my cloak about me My hand touches the elven ring There is strength there - But none for me
My eyes stretch beyond this alley My ears stretch beyond this place Is there hope left for any? Is there hope left for me?
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