dark is the way to my path
i stumbled and crawled
deafning ears and losing sight
not a thing to hold
breathing hard in pants
cold sweat trickles down
i screamed so hard, so long
but no voice, sound was drowned
until the light flashed back
my eyes blinded in fear
still i held on to my path
crawling in inches so near..
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The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
A farewell to a gentle friend.
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