~Faramir's Lament ~
Brother, you fell much too hard. You should really have been more careful. Surely you knew I was standing below and thought I could catch you but you have crushed me flat. I thought I could bear your weight but the slivers of your dying cut too cruelly into my already riddled center. You took too much from me, now how can I possibly rise with you lying on me so? How can I stand up to view your quiet face, your crossed arms and sing your stifled usefulness and pierced beauty, when every particle of my being insists on being muffled in your might? Would that grief could be as limited as the flesh, as impotent as tears, as tender as the air between our eyes when we looked our farewells in unknowing finality! Would that arrows could sing the downfall of pain when all drugs and prayers fail and that the heart could be as small as life as closed as death and as bitter as lessons in the art of mortality; then, perhaps I could push your inert reality away and reassemble the fragments into the man I was meant to be before your stilled splendor drifted with deceptive lightness and pinned me down to poverty. My roofless heart is now your vault; I contain you, and have no more room for my own sweet furnishings until you have dissolved leaving me vacant and utterly exposed.
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