Friday Poetry Burst

I'm cheating, this week. I'm going to post some prose! While prose and poetry are seemingly exclusive...certain segments of prose can accomplish the same purpose as a poem; invoke feelings and imagery, make the reader introspect on something, etc. Anyways, here it is:

"There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach." -Tolkien, The Return of the King

Tolkien had a gift.
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