Hey everyone! I'm back with another poem.
This time it's on the slopes of Mount Doom, told from Frodo's POV. Er... enjoy?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lord of the Rings, as much as I'd like to.
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The Slopes of Orodruin
Lying flat on my front, no rest or peace in sight
But you're there telling me everything will be alright.
Though I can't believe you I have to pretend
That we'll still be okay right until the end.
It's tormenting me and tearing me up inside
Its influence destroying my soul, body and mind.
I can feel it within, but still you can't see
That I can't find a way to escape this constant misery.
But you told me I had to try to fight
So I've attempted to do it with all my might.
For now it's working, so I have to keep walking
Though the voices inside won't ever stop talking.
So pick me up and I'll try to move on
My body is weak but my will is still strong.
I know you're right behind me but I can't find my strength
Even though we've already walked for such a great length.
If I can't make the climb, then what should I do?
If I'm going to fail then what about you?
If I die on the way will the Nine retrieve the Ring?
If you go on alone will you succumb to that thing?
But now as I reach the Sammath Naur I hear
A voice whispering to me, a voice I no longer fear.
Torment and anger are being washed away
It's saying to me that the end will be better this way.
Lilting and calm, it mutters so many things
So I rip off the chain and put on the One Ring.
Forgive me.
I'm sorry.
