Post by Admin on Jan 10, 2021 17:56:00 GMT
Author: Adonnen Estenniel
Summary: Mirages haunt Thorongil as he makes his solitary trek across the desert of Harad.
Rating: PG-13; warning for disturbing imagery
With me in the far desert place,
There walk tortured years
That, with constant swords,
Cut into my thirsted core.
In the far desert place,
Many leagues from hearth and home,
I saw a reflected creature,
Naked and bestial and fierce,
Who, writhing upon the hot sand,
Held my heart in hand,
And ate of it.
In that far desert place,
Though my chest burned,
I asked, ‘Is it good, dark friend?’
Across the far desert place,
The creature stared,
And, dripping my blood, it answered:
‘It is sour—sour on my tongue.
But I like it
Because it is sour,
And because it is my heart.’
Summary: Mirages haunt Thorongil as he makes his solitary trek across the desert of Harad.
Rating: PG-13; warning for disturbing imagery
With me in the far desert place,
There walk tortured years
That, with constant swords,
Cut into my thirsted core.
In the far desert place,
Many leagues from hearth and home,
I saw a reflected creature,
Naked and bestial and fierce,
Who, writhing upon the hot sand,
Held my heart in hand,
And ate of it.
In that far desert place,
Though my chest burned,
I asked, ‘Is it good, dark friend?’
Across the far desert place,
The creature stared,
And, dripping my blood, it answered:
‘It is sour—sour on my tongue.
But I like it
Because it is sour,
And because it is my heart.’