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The golden ring
Falls
Into the molten belly of the mountain
And is unmade,
Bleeding back into the fire
From whence it came.
The dark tower
Falls
As the power of the Dark Lord
Fails in a blinding flash,
and he is no longer bound
To the ring, to anything.
The Lady of the Woods
Falls
Down to her knees as she senses
The unmaking of the ring,
And him, as his mind slips free,
Undone by his schemes and ambitions.
Two voices screaming on the air
In shock and pain
Her scream is laced with grief and loss,
She lost him that day by the river but there was
A part of her that held on to the smallest fragment
Of hope that something would change,
And he would take the path towards the light,
Back to her.
His scream is laced with fear,
For what now? What awaits him
Except the cold, devastating darkness
And not the warm, safe embrace of her arms
That he has so longed for despite the battle lines
They drew so very long ago.
She has been so reliant on the fact that he was
always there these ages past, her enemy
Yet her counterpart in every way, and for him to
Not be there moving forward, save only in
Her memories, is earth shattering and
Her heart cannot bear that burden.
This world would be forever strange to her
Without him, he had always been in her mind,
And now he is gone,
Spirit scattered on the wind,
Broken beyond all care and recognition,
The rock on which she unconsciously leant
For stability if nothing else
Has been removed.
And she is so very adrift without him