Carrying & Slopes of Ash
Dec. 21st, 2009 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
written_leavesI'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.
Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.
Carrying
When my heart
lies withered in a wasteland of sorrow,
When my body
cries aching with hunger and thirst,
When my mind has been numbed beyond fear of the barrow,
Though this test be my death,
This perseverence binds my soul.
For I will lift you up
Though I do not know the way.
I will lift you up,
A few more steps to gain.
For there is good in this world,
There is light in the morning,
And even in night
we can hope for a dawn.
There is good in this world
Even when we can’t find it.
So for you and for me, I will try to hold on.
I will lift you up
Both for you and for me,
I will lift you up
To carry you there.
Though my body is broken
For the sake of this love
Though I be consumed
by a lingering death.
I will carry you there,
Though my bones lie in dust,
For your sake I will spend my last breath.
When your heart
no longer knows day from darkest night
And your body
lies crumpled beyond strength of rising,
When the horrors of your mind give no rest or respite,
Though your spirit be crushed,
To your fate you will be borne.
I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.
-
Slopes of Ash
How can we bear this silence? Throats
And tongues dry and swollen.
My voice comes like smoke on the wind.
How can I bear your eyes
Aching for tears when none will come -
I want to feel pity for you, Sam,
But I cannot, I am lost, so very lost...
My own sight lies empty yet filled;
Such visages haunt my eyes.
Fire flickers behind them, a
Heat that consumes my thoughts, my desires,
My very heart.
Tormenting my sight night and day;
Hour by hour the wheel turns and spins
Flaring, beauteous, golden;
Molten yet harder, sharper and more deadly
Than any tempered blade.
Blood trickles from my bitten lip;
The burden is more ruddy and far more bitter.
Ash and grit fill my lungs with every breath
My strength is dried up.
There can be no turning back now.
I have no past, I have no future.
Death is before me and behind me, it
Walks alongside me with every painful step.
Death to hem me in, to betray and comfort me.
It binds me and calls me to my release.
A voice of wind and fire,
Touching my mind with a
Burning caress.
The slopes of ash rise up before me,
But my eyes
Behold them not.
-
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.
Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.
Carrying
When my heart
lies withered in a wasteland of sorrow,
When my body
cries aching with hunger and thirst,
When my mind has been numbed beyond fear of the barrow,
Though this test be my death,
This perseverence binds my soul.
For I will lift you up
Though I do not know the way.
I will lift you up,
A few more steps to gain.
For there is good in this world,
There is light in the morning,
And even in night
we can hope for a dawn.
There is good in this world
Even when we can’t find it.
So for you and for me, I will try to hold on.
I will lift you up
Both for you and for me,
I will lift you up
To carry you there.
Though my body is broken
For the sake of this love
Though I be consumed
by a lingering death.
I will carry you there,
Though my bones lie in dust,
For your sake I will spend my last breath.
When your heart
no longer knows day from darkest night
And your body
lies crumpled beyond strength of rising,
When the horrors of your mind give no rest or respite,
Though your spirit be crushed,
To your fate you will be borne.
I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.
-
Slopes of Ash
How can we bear this silence? Throats
And tongues dry and swollen.
My voice comes like smoke on the wind.
How can I bear your eyes
Aching for tears when none will come -
I want to feel pity for you, Sam,
But I cannot, I am lost, so very lost...
My own sight lies empty yet filled;
Such visages haunt my eyes.
Fire flickers behind them, a
Heat that consumes my thoughts, my desires,
My very heart.
Tormenting my sight night and day;
Hour by hour the wheel turns and spins
Flaring, beauteous, golden;
Molten yet harder, sharper and more deadly
Than any tempered blade.
Blood trickles from my bitten lip;
The burden is more ruddy and far more bitter.
Ash and grit fill my lungs with every breath
My strength is dried up.
There can be no turning back now.
I have no past, I have no future.
Death is before me and behind me, it
Walks alongside me with every painful step.
Death to hem me in, to betray and comfort me.
It binds me and calls me to my release.
A voice of wind and fire,
Touching my mind with a
Burning caress.
The slopes of ash rise up before me,
But my eyes
Behold them not.
-