# 17 - Battlements
I watch but no one sees. How long have I stood here Breeze blowing in my hair Eyes bedazzled by Anor?
I watch and see them Whom I love beyond endurance Walking the Circles Faces animated, joy-filled.
I watch and feel the loss I think this time was meant to heal Me of so many things Entwined with these two.
I watch engulfed in sorrow My brother, my captain, my king Walks beside my brother, my heart - Tearing me apart.
Why am I here on the battlements, I cry to the Valar in pain and anguish?
But they hear me not just as Those in my City see me not.
I am no longer able to defend them Seeing all the ruin about me I cannot lift a finger to correct To succor nor to heal.
I am unseen I am dead I am gone from their thoughts And I am devastated.
But does the City live Though the Circles bear scars and Wounds from the battle Wounds such as I have felt?
My people fill Isildur’s Square Surround a covered statue My breath taken from me as my brother Pulls the wrapping away.
I am not forgotten. In that moment’s space I see Love, honor, and forgiveness And I am free to rest.
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