1. In Dreams
Down it falls.
Down, down, down…
Huge, horrible, hateful.
Fire and dust and blood and fear and…
The cloud envelops me.
All is lost- sight, sound, sense…
I jerk upright in my bed with a shriek, the past roaring in my ears.
Tomorrow my grandchildren will ask what I dreamt, and I will lie to them.
I always do.
Tomorrow my son will ask me if I am alright, and I will lie.
I always do.
I lie back down into my bed.
Ancalagon is dead.
Morgoth is defeated.
Thangorodrim is gone.
We won.
We won.
And yet…
And yet…
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