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I hear you.
You, yet not you - so tormented and broken that I can hardly bear it.
But it can only be you.
After all these long ages,
With the lies and the oath and the burning between us,
I know you still.
So I climb these hateful heights
As we sing together in our souls
Though our voices are spent and my harp long since discarded.
And as I see you, and the source of your anguish,
My eyes overflow and I can go no further
For there is nowhere to go, unless I grow wings.
How have we come to this?
That you should beg me to slay you
When I would not harm one hair of your radiant head
And only long to soothe your pain.
But I must shoot away the pain instead.
'O King to whom all birds are dear,
speed now this feathered shaft!'
I cry out, as my heart breaks…
But my hand is stayed, and I am borne up to you!
As yet I know not how.
Forgive me that I do not heed your pleas
As I forgive your deeds (or what you did not do).
You will live, if it kills me.
Morgoth's device has defeated me
But he will not defeat us.
I dash away the blinding tears, and pray to hurt you cleanly
If such a thing can be.
You fall into my arms, and we fly away.
Your blood spills over me
And its stain will never fade, not while your pain remains.
But I have you safe.
Your flame still burns, and so the ice may melt.
And time will heal.
(HelenFloraW)