Only A Cloak | ||||||
Only a cloak, of dark, faded green only a garment to warm a small hobbit, a simple weave, sewn long ago yet this cloak can tell silent tales of many long miles. A pointed hood, a simple clasp fabric creased from long, long use but the stains on the weave and the tears in the green bear witness to many hard journeys. On the left shoulder, nearly hidden a small, stained tear lies, now repaired. Once it was made by a cold knife piercing and stained by the warm, red blood, on a cold, windy night full of mists. Small stains could be found, maybe telling where tears of sorrow fell when his shoulders were bowed with grief; when the worn green was pressed to his cheeks hiding the sorrow, taking the tears of a loss too great to imagine. A stain left by ash in the depths of a mountain a small mossy piece of a birch-tree�s twig a bit of a mallorn-leaf, once silvery-grey each tell of a moment, now past and gone in the travels of a small weary hobbit. It is only a cloak, of dark faded green, only a garment to ward off the cold, but once it was woven especially for him. Now it bears marks from a long weary journey many a tale can the faded cloak tell. -Frodo Baggins |
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