Pantomime
Out of my silent peace,I awaken.
I am a single thread in a patchwork of soldiers, mercenaries
and smoke.
My hands are covered with leather
and a mail shirt hangs below my heavy cloak.
Reaching to my side,
I unclamp an article and bring it before my eyes.
Entombed in it's fiery detention,
I release all restraints and surrender to my fate
As I turn my wrist,
The shimmering reflection flashes in my eyes.
And my Sword is drawn.
-Aragorn
(®2001, by Aragorn)