The Wheel Of Fire – A poem about Frodo nearing Mt. Doom

by Sep 13, 2002Poetry

The wheel of fire it burns.
My mind screams,
For some release
From the torture of it’s power,
The agony of it’s temptations,
The slow torment of my soul,
And the sweet seduction of my will.
My strength is almost gone now,
My heart begins to fade.
How long before it claims me?
Before I must give in?
I am naked in the dark,
And there is no release.
My mind screams
The wheel of fire it burns.

0 Comments

Submit a Comment

Found in Home 5 Reading Room 5 Poetry 5 The Wheel Of Fire – A poem about Frodo nearing Mt. Doom

You may also like…

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.

read more