Uit Wandering Spirits

Aftermath

The beating is done, the extacy over

The Master is gone away to sleep

Staying behind in the chilly dungeon

You curl up your limbs and weep

The hours of fear are left behind you

The agony of wanted pain

The shadows lurking, hovering, waiting

You have felt their threat again

Your skin afire, your mind a blur

Shaking from the raw ordeal

Chains still rattle in the distance

Soft light reflects cold steel

There is silence now, the screams have faded

Darkness shields you from the night

Soon another day will be dawning

To announce new hours of fright

Frodo