October 6th

I dread the night
when there is no light
and the riders in black
come back.

Long ago on Amon Sul
I behaved like a fool.
Now I know that the pain
will remain.

The pale face of the king
The luring of the ring.
Ever after you maimed my life
cold knife.

Again I cannot use my arm
Though long ago has been that harm.
Will the sense of frozen cold in my side
ever abide ?

I thought Iíve been healed
The wound had been sealed.
Now I know that the pain
will remain.


 

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