From it we come
And back become
The dust sweeps over my boots, bloodied from war
Swirls past, and is carried off upon the wind
So sudden, too fast
A light so blinding without the decency to deafen my screaming
And he is gone
Lost
All I have left are scraps of metal and years of memories
So sudden, too fast
No last goodbye
No final kiss
Just me, alone
With nothingness
Author's Chapter Notes:
Elrond, thinking about the deceased King he heralded.