Darkness Remains

**It's an often used subject matter, but I think I'll continue. Also, as this is a WIP, it's prone to change at any given moment. Don't be suprised.**


Prologue:

Darkness.
Darkness that consumes.
Darkness that devours the mind, the will, the flesh.
How do you escape sorrow unending, undying?
It bleeds the heart, and sucks at your soul.

Emptiness.
Emptiness that tears at your sanity.
Emptiness that shrieks in your ears, screams ‘you are alone’.
You double over in defeat, in pain and agony.
There is no way out.


The shadow that once loomed over the world is now lost.
Nothing remains of that evil.
Hope has replaced it.
Hope for men.

Sauron has been defeated, and life begins anew. A king has been placed in Gondor.
A just king.
A righteous king.
And the Elves, fair and noble, have sailed to the West.
Peace restored, friendships forged, loves gained.
Weapons have been put away. Not yet old enough to gain rust or cobwebs, but unneeded.
Light reigns. Love rules. Hope remains.
The shadow has not been forgotten, however. It can never be.
But life continues; it must.
It will.