Hear the whispers filling the room
Dwells in darkness, disloyalty
No conscience here
Dark inhabitants fill the corners
They live in gloom
Filling their bellies
Spending and wasting
Some lowly characters appear
They cower and shuffle
Faces hidden, secrets unknown
They sit and even enjoy
Cautiousness, is about their number
Afraid, weary and troubled
Dark secrets dwell in their hearts
Hear the whispers filling the room
Dwells in darkness, disloyalty
No conscience here
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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.
Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
A farewell to a gentle friend.
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