nothing happened in Mirkwood

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The Forest floor,

Rot rises in puffs of smoke,

A carcass lies, or one that's almost;

Breathes a final breath.

Each day, biting, this breath leaves him;

Gentle fingers curl and twist his bones -

A sum of roots, chewed and eaten...

Grief on show for unkind eyes.

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Watch him, watch.

Twisting, curling, spiting out

The dying breath

From lungs of mold.

Watch him, say:

"Remember, one so little.

Remember, oh so young.

Remember

Forest spiders take my tongue so words that sound out do not pain.

There was nothing in Mirkwood.

A name is earned, not given, not chosen for yourself on will alone.

Let it die, there was no past in Mirkwood.

Pray that the deafening silence swallows me before I ask who to blame.

Nothing has ever happened in Mirkwood.

Let me cry out that accursed name with venom on my tongue in lands of home.

Nothing to remind me of days in Mirkwood.

I lay my purpose at your feet, pray one shall take me to lands that grow.