He wanders my heart’s chambers
Like Gandalf, light-of-his-staff-less and blinded
In the winding, dark caves of Moria
And of course, he meets his Balrog
He meets his fire and his shadows
He meets his falling demise
Straight into the darkness of me and my beating love
But I’m no fellowship. I’m not the braveness
And knowledge and strength
Of those seven bodies
I’m just the fragile eyes of Sméagol
As he watches his precious leave him
Over and over and over again
And all he really has is his desperation
His scheming and his riddles
So I don’t reach a hand down
I don’t save him from my plunging deeps
I just stand on the single file bridge
And spill out of Kazad-Dûm’s doors
As Durin’s Bane herself
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 