Black Despair – Dun, dun, dun

by Jan 8, 2004Poetry

Black! as the night is the fear that grips me;
Horrid! and cold is the terror that I see;
Knowing! that all along it’s hopeless;
Death is what awaits me.

Yet! I cannot stop my questing
Though! It is pain, my soul, evil contesting
Strife! can never control my soul
Evil brough through the Ring.

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