My master is dead
I let my tears shed
I give him a last kiss
Look at his bliss
I take the Ring
And his beloved Sting
Orcs are coming
I start running
They take my master
I turn and run faster
They go in a secret stone door
I hate this war
I get locked out
I turn about
I hear them talking
But still they are walking
“He is alive” I heard
Oh what a wonderful word
I finally get in
I give a little grin
It is dark inside
I gave a great stride
They are ahead farther then it seemed
But of my master I dreamed
I will chase to the end
For my great friend
The Dead Marshes.
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.
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