by Breon Briarwood
Dark, so dark-
red glow warming
warning?
pressure
binding
constricting
pain...
a far off light
glowing
growing
voices murmur
gently calling
"Come now,
That's it"
light blazing-
cold, so cold!
warmth wrapped 'round
cradled tenderly
loving arms
soft sobbing
a husky voice
filled with emotion
"Oh, my boy..."
face scrunched as in pain
warm brown eyes
looking into blue
"Oh, Frodo...
...my son."
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