AN: This was, I think, the last poem I wrote. I started to loose the inspiration for it. It does, however, mark the beginning of my writing Fanfic. Think of it as a phase I went through, but I'm glad I did.
OverboardStanding on the edge of
decision,
To walk through fire
Or turn and run
Again
Standing on the edge of
dreams,
I fear to wake up,
To see the evil waiting
For me
Standing on the edge of
death,
I see your face above me
But cannot speak the words of comfort
To you
Standing on the edge of my
doom,
The black lands lie before me
I want to run but I know
I cannot
Standing on the edge of my
fate,
A pitiful creature begs my mercy
And in his eyes I see
Myself
Standing on the edge of
horror,
Holding my sting to your throat
I come back to myself and see
Your fear
Standing on the edge of
darkness,
I cannot see in front of me
And I never hear Her
Behind me
Standing on the edge of
fire,
My foe approaches in the dark
And rips the Precious away
From me
Standing on the edge of pain,
An agony I have never known
As you hold my bleeding hand
In yours
Standing on the edge of
happiness,
Almost I can believe its mine
But I just can't bring myself
To smile
Standing on the edge of
rest,
My burden gone, I finally wake
My quest achieved, I sleep
In peace
Standing on the edge of
time,
Falling off the edge of life
I see the tear upon your cheek
As through the mist we say
Farewell