In the Smallest of Things - A Poem

Power can be held in the smallest of things,
Not everyone is what they seem.
A wild man may become a King
A world may be ended by a simple ring.

A humble hobbit of the Shire,
old, weathered and long retired.
may one day change the fate of all,
power is held in the hands of the small.

A ranger walking through the wilds,
a rough man, a mortal child.
May one day become a king,
power is held in the wildest of things.

A lonely hobbit whom others call strange
who lives alone and does not age
may one day destroy the ruling ring
power is held in the humblest of things

A rough wanderer cloaked in grey
casting spells and firework displays
may one day bring back the king
power is held in the strangest of things.

A humble gardener who loves his master,
the youngest son of the poor old Gaffer
may one day bring back the stars above
Power is held in simple loyalty and love.

An old man corrupted by a witless worm
whose world is shattered by a cruel neighbor
may one day become the king he used to be
power is held in the smallest of things.

A wizened ent bent with age,
Who is quick to nothing and slow to rage
May one day arouse an army of trees
power is held in the oldest of things.

A tortured creature, greedy and old
with a blackened heart and a wasted soul.
May one day alter a doomed world's fate
power is held in treachery and hate.

Power is held in the smallest of things
Not everyone is what they seem.
Watch carefully those the world calls weak
Perhaps they are more than you may think.

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