Through the mist and colden light
darkness has come…
Palest shades and misty hues
doomed of last to roam…
Across the field of greenish bog
a journey has begun…
In fields of gray and mountains red
an errand must be done..
In ash and dust with thirst despairing
across a ruined plain…
In colden stones and sands of gray
without a drop of rain…
With strength failing and hope all gone
a fire stirred within…
To save a quest that none will do
released a burning ring…
Alone at last with longing hope
the creature falling down…
Fulfilled a never ending curse
returned a long lost crown…
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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