Theater Sonnet
We journey with them, sitting in the dark:
the hobbits and the men, both brave and bold,
the wizard, dwarf and elf. A tale well-told,
a mission clear; their choices clearly mark
a line between the good, the ill. So stark
the landscapes of both world and heart, the cold
and fire through which they pass, the ring of gold
a weight. I ask you, why did we embark
with them? Why did we cast our lot, our heart,
upon their chances? Stumbling in the light,
we leave. And what remains of it to take
with us? Just images, but with a part
to play on journeys through our own dark night.
Their love and will a kind of lembas make.