March Warden’s Wife |
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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. |
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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. |
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You are off to war. Again. |
Written by Malinornë, August 2003