Dark Tower

How long had it been since he had seen the clear blue skies or the twinkle of starts at night. He did not know, only that it felt like a distant dream. The rolling green hills of the shire and the emerald woods were but a memory so distant ha barely remembered them anymore. For up in the dark tower, it looked as if the whole world was nothing but shadow, stone and ash. He was trapped in the dark, but not alone, never alone. He did not know what it felt to be alone, how it felt to be separated from that darkness, his darkness. He was bound to it now, and bound to him. And the only comfort left for him in this world was the Dark Lord's embrace.