Release – The worries of Samwise Gamgee

by Jul 12, 2004Poetry

They march
Never ending
From the evil city.
Endless lines
Numberless torches
From the evil city.
The monster screams
And we drop to our knees.
The evil is so near.
My master collapses
Screaming for release.
The evil is so near.

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