A Drop of Despair"Aragorn, they will all die!""Then I shall die as one of them!"A Drop of DespairBut for a small drop of despair... armies are ruined, their strength dashed to the ground.What you do not see, is that I too am frightened. For you. Aragorn! Do you not realize what folly this is? Do you not see that this will be your end? You yourself have seen the approaching armies, have seen their vastness, and yet- you continue down this hopeless path that can end only one way. Why do you insist on this? Even together, all of the armies of men could not win this fight. Every child here, every woman- all of them are going to die! Do you not understand this? There will be nothing left of these caves! Why do you give them such false hopes, when you know in your heart that they will die, slaughtered like animals? Aragorn, do you want to die? Do you wish to seek your fate upon the battle field? Is that why you cling to such a hopeless cause? Were you disappointed that you did not pass when
The Path Before MePsalm 23:1-2This long dark path before my feetSeems dark, hidden and long lostUntil I lift my eyesFrom the ground beneath myselfAnd see the truth I have ignoredPsalm 21:1-2In a fog of self obsessionI have lost the way, turned from the path,Lost sight, turned from my guiding lightI turned, turned from the One I love, my hope.2 Samuel 22:29It is then that I find, that I have been led astrayFed by lies, followed the self, believed half truthsBut now, led by faith once moreI follow my Shepherd who lights the wayCasting back shadows and guides me towards the goal
The Mercanaries' PrisonerHis wracking coughs seemed to echo off of the moldy walls, bouncing back at him as if to add further torture to the grim and dark cell. There had been no light, no hope, no anything for the past week, and now, for the past few hours, there had barely been any sound either as the crippled prisoner housed within escaped to the realms of unconsciousness. Now, however, he awoke, and instantly curled into himself once more, instinct driving him to protect the broken ribs and busied muscles from the blows that he could easily imagine coming out of the darkness. None came. The mercenaries that had held him prisoner had moved on, following their seasonal trade route. He of course did not know this. Three days after their departure, and drastically delayed by a skirmish, his own people found him, curled tightly into the corner, wounds clearly visible, and visibly weakened. The only question was
were they too late?
A Reason to Write, PerhapsSomeone once asked me, the reason I wroteWhy I put ink to word, word to paper,And I found that I could not give an answer.`What I write, I can easily answerHow I write, is even easier yetBut why I write, that is difficult to say`When the words come, it is only naturalTo write them out, to bind them togetherTo transform them into something better`Even as I pen these words, in the midst of mathI know I pen these words in a feeble attempt to answer a questionBut the reason, I do not know-But words are things, and a small drop of ink,Falling like dew, upon a thought, producesThat which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.Lord Byron, English poet, Don Juan, 1819
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