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Dark Fjord Apr 2017
hippie
What desert can replace
necklaces with
Burning man simply awakened.
In a hand
Soft and small
A deadly band
To rule them all

My Master calls
Please don't let go
From hand I fall
Must this be so?

Down I go
Through dark and deep
Towards fire
And never ending sleep

The fire, it melts
My soul destroyed
My hope is gone
Here comes the void

For ever and after
Thus we remain
My Master and I
No longer twain
This is a poem about the ending of the Ring in The Lord of the Rings, from the Ring's point of view.
For those of you who are not familiar with the word, twain is an old term that means 'two'.
prompty Feb 2016
the ring that ruled
before dawn and day,
o'er summer & an old sun
with its shafts of remebrance;

shall it remain in middle-earth
and the Dark Lord will feed upon all that is green;
shall it become fire from the mountain
and fair lairs will tremble with the wind of age.

but what is to be must be;
all we have left is what we always had:
the power of a single day that is given to us -
one road to fulfill, to live, and to love.

— The End —