The Flames Of Mordor

Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings. Thank you for making me waste space.

A/N: You may have seen this poem before if you've gone to my friend's website. This one is re-edited, so it doesn't jerk around as much. I hope.

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The skies grew darker

And clouds furrowed their brows

They grumbled in anger

At the scene on the ground

The earth cracked open

Spurting out fire

Dancing and leaping

And licked at the Shire

Mortal souls screamed

As smoke ate their lungs

Flames tore open their houses

Devoured their young



Dark, shadowy figures

Brandishing chains

Imprisoned the helpless

Fed off their pain

They dragged their souls out

Lavishing each blow

Blood saturating the ground

Shoving hearts down their throats



A thousand miles away

A young hobbit stumbles

As the invisible chains

Give out a low rumble

The Ring bears down

Dragging him to the ground

It bites at his skin

And he screams without sound

He claws at the Ring

Scraping skin off his chest

He swallows more screams

As it burns through his chest

His skin is red and blistered

His eyes hollowed out

He tears out his ribcage

And falls lifelessly to the ground



Awaking from a nightmare

He gasps for unneeded air

And checks for a Ring

He already knows is there

Birds twitter innocently

Despite looming shadows black

As Sam and Frodo wind their way

Up the dark mountain without looking back

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