Any Hope Left?

by Jul 12, 2004Poetry

Gleaming, sparkling, glowing bright
its power grows in the night
twisting minds and bending wills
striving for its master
one has withstood it
with great restaint
but now he is growing weak
through forests so wide
and valleys so deep
through the dreaded Marshes
through dark caves absent of light
where evil creatures lurk
this one, this Bearer has treked
but now as they near the Fires
he is finally growing weak
subcoming to its power
Is there any hope left
for Middle Earth’s fate?


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