Running Out of Time - Poem to Frodo Baggins

Tick...Tock...
Tick...Tock...

The Clock is ticking,
The haste is picking.
Better get done in time.
The Haradrim are closing in
The Slinker, The Stinker are craving sin
Not Long Now before the End.

Tick...Tock...
Tick...Tock...

Mount Doom looms ahead of you,
Your sense of thought is torn in two.
Will you make It?
Will you take It?
To the fire awaiting It?

Tick...Tock...
Tick...Tock...

Not Long Now before the End.
The elves are leaving
while you are dreaming
Of false relief
what promised you.

Tick...

The clock is slowing

Tock...

The Eye is towing

Tick...

Too little time

Tock...

The Elf-Light's shine
Is your last hope
Use it now
You can not cope
With such Perils bay ahead.
All around you,
Hear a sound, you
Never knew such fear.

Haste be haste
And Pace be pace
The clock will mock your fate.
Friend at hand
And foe at lead
And death be all around you.

Tick...

The clock's last chime, long last defeat
Will signal that your weary feet
Have wandered all in vain.

Tock...

But lift your head up....
Tick...
And shake the dread off...
Tock...
Don't lose your hope.
Tick...
Don't fret and mope.
Tock...
You're near Fini...
Tick...
In time you'll see.

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