The King

I just finished reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time. Reading it was one of my favorite things I did last year (yes, it took me almost a year...) and totally broke my heart in the best way. Here is a little poem I wrote after reading a portion of Return of the King--I think it'll end up being one part of a larger piece hopefully (if you have read the books then maybe you know where it's from..?):

Day breaks as your bones mend.
Snow falling calls you out of shadow.
You hear your name echoing through
thick air-- from the mouth of one who's
king, the hands of one who heals.