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Note: I wrote this for my American Studies class. Poetry about a place or
some stupid assignment like that. Well, I figured I wouldn't waste an
hour of work and at least put the poem up here. It's through the eyes of
the Fellowship before Gandalf remembered which way they needed to go.
Poetry is not really my strong suit, so don't judge too harshly! Also,
PLEASE REVIEW!

"The Mines of Moria"

We stumble about blindly in the dark
Not the slightest bit of natural light reaches our eyes
This place is deep
Filled with ominous silence
Fear slowly creeps into our hearts
We imagine what may be quietly lurking behind us
The slightest noise makes us jump
A drip of moisture from the stony ceiling
Is like thunder to our ears
A damp breeze plays softly against our necks
We shiver
We search desperately for a way out
But the unforgiving landscape is full of twisty tunnels
We are lost