Drabble: Dawn

[claudia603]

Out of dreams and legends, walking straight into my heart
He begs not for his life, but only freedom
to trek onward to shadow and the Enemy,
bearing Isildur’s Bane, that which even Boromir,
doughty and strong, could not resist.
Gondor should have this weapon,
this trinket of doom.
But my heart
turns cold.
Shivers.

No.
Instead I
turn my heart
to trusting, weary eyes,
red-rimmed with a heavy burden.
My lips press against his, hard.
Enchantment, desperate need, only until black dawn.
Another morning with no sunrise hails our parting.
I harbor hope that a new sun shall rise.
We shall again lie together and greet the pale dawn.