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March Warden’s Wife

The pain is almost physical
I can feel it tingling, tearing
The tension in my shoulders
The shiver down my spine
The nervous flutter of my eyes
My hands shaking
I will not give in to fear
I will resist
I will fight
I will be strong and brave.
I curse my mortal senses.
How can I discern a moment from eternity?
The void inside,
a black hole that swallows me.
Darkness closing in.
You are off to war.
Again.



Written by Malinornë, August 2003