Surrounding the Fall by Ivare

Fall

The sky is burning.
Right before 
I’m thrown over the wall’s edge,
I see where the Dark Elf died.

So this is how it ends, Father.

The wind races up.
An appalling depth
consumes me
swallows me whole.
I’m weightless
falling
into the dark. Light
sundered from me
how did I dare love her?

I hoped I’d have no remorse
when the Dark Foe came.
It would make the end
a little less painful.

I’m disappointed, Lómion.
Look at me now, Mother.
But don’t doubt
Look at the mess I’ve made this time.
that I love you.
And it killed you.

Anguirel still hangs from my belt;
now
at the peak of my fall
it alone remains. Both
Eöl’s creations
join their maker. Long overdue.

Ill-gotten son

is falling

falling.
My curse or my fault?
Or are they the same?

Too late 
to save anything. All that’s left:
apologies, borne away
by the winds that don’t slow my descent.
They’ll never reach their destinations

but I will.