Well, this is it, I guess….
Listen to this track 1st. Soundtrack from The Two Towers. (Requiem for a Dream)
Well, this it I guess. The time has come for me to bid farewell. I’d like to leave you with two poems while I do. “Rider in Black” was one of the earliest poems (2007) i came up with. I had to re-activate one of my social networking sites to retrieve the poem, don’t worry, I deactivated it again. I would have deleted the profile for good, but, unfortunately, that option is not available. “A Blade and Some Blood” is a poem I wrote, sometime back, just for this occasion. So don’t get confused with the date.
A Big Thank You to all those who took the time to visit this blog, and to those who posted their opinions. Much appreciated. Finally, I have left a message, as clues, for those who are observant enough, in the following posts:
A Malady of the Mind; Can it? Can We? Can I?; From the Journal of the Masochist; Same Shit, Different Day! (S S, D D!); Tears of Blood; The Creature; The Full Moon; The Letdown; The Wrath of a Masochist; and the two poems in this post.
Rider In Black
Mar 4, 2007 4:04 PM
In this world he has tread.
many seas has he sailed.
always in search of the one thing,
but what it is, he knows not.
His eyes, Black as coal.
Look into them, you will see no soul.
Deep, dark & empty is his heart,
hollow and cold as the night.
Himself, he has lost.
Walks the earth, now, like a ghost.
Fact, and fantasy, all are the same
his current state, knows not from whence it came.
Shadows he cannot cast,
‘coz ’tis what he’s become.
The world, means nothing to him.
Yet, ever observant is he, of what is to come.
A childhood he never had,
neither, a child he shall have.
His feelings are empty, except for sorrow
& that is all he shall ever know.
Wonder do ye, as to who ‘he’ is?
‘Tis I the Rider in Black,
The Witch-king, some call me,
Born alone, was I;
And die alone, shall I, in eternal darkness.
And now, without further ado, the world premier of “A Blade and Some Blood”
Soundtrack from The Two Towers (Gollum’s Song)
A Blade and Some Blood. (9/13/10)
A strange breeze blows
Darkness shrouds the land
Leaves turned yellow, on the ground
Rivers run dry, the earth is cracked
Birds gone south, animals hibernate
Forests are asleep, withered old
Children run home, babies cry in the cradles
“The eternal Sleep is here,” whisper everyone
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop
A horse passes by, no other sound
Someone looks out the window
A figure clad in Black, rides the horse.
A white Staff, cracked in places,
A crystal, once gleaming with such ferocity,
Now sits dulled on it. The cloak, was
White once. Now, torn, muddied and bloodied.
An aura of hopelessness spreads. Voices of
Despair are heard from around. The rider passes
Glazed. A trail of black blood is left in its
Wake. The grass wilt and wither where it falls.
Boom!!! A huge door slams shut in the distance.
“It is done then. No point looking back.” thoughts flit.
Birds start chirping, the sun is shining. All traces of
Shadow are gone; so is the Figure clad in Black, which was once White.
I hope you listened to the tracks, they go well with the tone of the post.
Well then, God Bless & Adieu!
*Mithrandir signing off*






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