The Words of the Messenger by FoxRafer

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Written for B2MeM Challenge O72 on my 'AU: Who Lives and Who Dies?', 'Occupations' and 'Poetic Language' Bingo cards. This is a bit of an experiment. Rhythm was one of my prompts and I tried to represent that through repetition and how the lines read. I'm not sure how successful I was.


He comes here every night, when sleep evades him, when nightmares consume him. Only the flicker of

The words of the messenger echo in his mind. The words of the messenger tear into his heart.

a single candle lights his path, illuminates his steps, brightens the room. He retrieves

The words of the messenger

the knife from the block, the bread from the box, the cheese from the pot. He watches blankly as the blade cuts

The words of the messenger

two slices onto the table, barely registers the spread of the cheese. They're only rote movements, a repetition of

The words of the messenger

motions that keep his hands from his throat, stop the soundless cries from escaping.

The words of the messenger echo in his mind. The words of the messenger never will depart.

She'd stayed for him, for faith, for love. And now for the loss of that love

The words of the messenger

he loses himself every night, a few hours of despair, allows himself to be consumed by

The words of the messenger

the death of his love. Only now, only here, the preparation of food that will only be thrown away like

The words of the messenger

he sheds his pain every morning, the sorrow and mourning masked beneath the veil of stewardship and duty. But even then

The words of the messenger echo in his mind. The words of the messenger rend his world apart.

they are all he can hear, their choked cadence forever in his memory. Lady Arwen is dead.

The words of the messenger




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