Trapped

By Daughter of Olorin

Summary:  A poem from Eowyn's point-of-view after Aragorn leaves for the Paths of the Dead and before she makes her decision to ride with the Rohirrim. 

Warning:  None

Disclaimer:  The closest I come to claiming rights to Eowyn is that I wish beyond all wish that I was her.  Even though her name is not mentioned in the poem, I do not in any way, shape, form, or fashion own the character of Eowyn.  I bow before the person who has so graciously loaned her to this world, the ever wonderful J. R. R. Tolkien.

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Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

Energy bursting from every pore, but

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

Longed for freedom just around the bend

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

Pulsing beat, laboring breath,

Crossing shadows, creeping fear,

One bright orb sinking in the horizon,

Darkness slithering, permeating, drowning,

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

A soul screams in agony,

A piercing screech to the ears

A dying dream drips away,

Rain drops sliding down a cheek,

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

A small glimmer of energy shimmering,

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

Freedom?  Is it really around that bend?

Nowhere to move, nowhere to turn.

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FINI!