Looking Back by SilverMoonLady
Looking back, from beyond Death’s door, I see with new clarity the path of my life. Without the veil of vanity, delusion and horror-struck grief, I stand witness to the choices I have made, and I am comforted to find that, regardless of consequence, they were nonetheless always guided by honorable intent.
I cannot truly regret any of them, save one. I would that our last words had not been so hard; I would that I had died with love of you, rather than pride, upon my lips.
Dare I hope that a better son may forgive a bitter father?
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I’m impressed that you can fit so much into so few words. And it’s nice to see the occasional sympathetic look at Denethor. *waves flag*
Yay a new “story” 🙂 I love your writing and I’d love to see more of your take on Denethor!