Tragic Ending,
New Beginning
~The Passing of the House of Denethor~
The lightenings
flashed from upper room,
foreboding tale of coming doom,
for most alone in watch of night,
the one who ruled put up a fight
to try and gain the mastery,
to try and gain what he might see;
yet in his chamber
up above,
the one thing that was lost was love,
for son got sent out to the fray
most soon as it was breaking day,
for one so missed would not come back,
and second should take up the slack.
"Do you
wish then, that our places had been exchanged?"
"Yes, I wish that indeed...."
But in a heart
turned cold and drear,
because it had been filled with fear,
there would no hope spring forth again,
for seeing the sure doom of Men,
such heart did crumple, melt and fade,
and then its death-bed hard was made;
for on return
of second son,
whose battle fought but nothing won,
saw hurt and fever, death so near,
that only added to the fear,
such rage and loss of mind once strong,
did fin’lly kill the inner song
that once had
kept him young and brave,
but now t’was nothing left would save
him from his folly, wrath and ire,
for it had become too dire,
and left him with deceit and lies,
his life and others to despise.
"To my pyre!"
"We will burn like heathen kings....."
And if not for
the few so bold,
whose hearts aflame did ever hold
in high esteem and love so true,
the son that they all surely knew
could be a leader high and fair,
more would have been the horror there
amongst the tombs
that were of old,
where kings and others lay in cold
from ancient days and great renown,
as in hard stone they ever frowned,
to watch in silence as a pyre
was quickly made and lit with fire.
"Come hither!"
"Come, if you are not all recreant!"
Thus passed the
steward Denethor,
again to be seen nevermore,
yet son so wounded living still
was taken out and up the hill
to be made whole, and well and sound,
in spite of fury all around,
for healing hands
would use their skill,
and oldest lore would be fullfilled
as humble friend and future king
would once again a sweet peace bring,
unto the mind of one so worn,
to keep his heart from being torn.
"My lord,
you called me. I come. What does the king command?"
"Walk no more in the shadows, but awake!"
"The hands
of the king are the hands of a healer......
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