I can see it look at me

I can tell that it’s taunting, how I crave it, how I desire to hold it, feeling its circling smoothness in my hand

I have forgotten my past, my name, my mind, and the way of the Valar.

Yet it does not disturb me to know that I am consumed by it.

Indeed, I crave to feel it and feel my mind slipping from me and all my awarness fading from my sight just by staring at it, how wonderful it is.

Still there is a small part of me that remembers rolling hills of lush green colour and rivers clear and fresh with their glistening blue colour and also something strange now to my ears, the sound of laughter.