Stopping by Caves on a Rainy Evening – A Poem

by May 15, 2001Poetry

Whose Ring this is I think I know.
His house ain’t in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
to grab the gold forged long ago.

My little Sword must think it queer
to stop and bend with Gollum near
between the orcs and murky lake
the darkest cavern, filled with fear.

He gives his razored edge a glow
to note that evil lurks below.
The only other lights the gleam
of green eyes deeper than they seem.

The cave is ugly, dark and deep.
And this Precious band I’ll keep.
With miles to go before I sleep.
With miles to go before I sleep.

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