by Apr 28, 2004Poetry

will you not leave me be
as his eye draws close to me?
I am lost, won’t you let me stay
until I can find the way?
all these desperate little pleas,
you could melt a heart of stone with these.
oh, Eru, please heal me of my wound
for to the dark lord I am now bound
I want to deliver the ring into the mountain of fire
but I have been betrayed by a liar.
sorrowful, desperate, humble cries
can sometimes humble the strongest guys.
sometimes the unloving conspire
to tear away our heart’s desire
sometimes the smallest blow
can vanquish the mightiest foe.


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