#mountdoom
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
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC