Such a small word,
Like Peril,
And Quest,
And Ring.
The difference it made,
In those last moments,
Was illumination.

He could not
Deny
Who he was.
Nor could I
Delude
Who I wasn't.
That was it.
Only one way.

Far too late,
I saw.
Another ending,
A could have been.

Gondor
Wasn't his.
Nor mine.
The White City
Was Ours
So he said.

Or would have been.

fin