To Gollum: A Poem
By Anonymist
A/N: This is an older poem that I originally posted on TORC two years ago (has it really been that long?). I am always seeking to improve, and getting a response to one of my poems is unbelievably encouraging. Please read and review!
To
Gollum
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What did you find in your dark, secret place?
A glimmering treasure, a long-hidden race?
What wonders could linger so far from the sun?
The darkness consumes them, for you there are none.
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A prison-holt barless and doorless you've found,
Foul slime and despondency cover the ground,
The dead and the deathless are whispering fear,
But only the fishes and orcses you hear
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You cling to your trinket with loathing desire,
A comfortless solace, a withering fire,
This gold as it glitters in pitiless night
It draws and it drains you, it gives no delight.
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How can it save you, this weapon of hate?
What evil can ever the darkness abate?
Alas, will you never return to the sun?
Too long you have lingered, O desolate one.
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Barren the stone and the sea under hill
That echoes a melody trembling and shrill
You hunger for more than the flesh over bone,
Your emptiness lightens; not all is alone.
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A wavering beacon, though faint in the gloom
'Tis dazzling, brightening, threatening doom,
A curious thing, it repels and allures,
This mystical light that illumines the shore
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A memory buried, and quickly denied,
Of places you dwelt before daylight had died
Of riddles and rainbows and fishing with friends,
But bitterness, guilt grinds away in the end
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What stranger, no orcling, has wandered so far?
Away from the reach of the sun and the stars
You paddle your silent way up to the land
An age in the making, your fate is at hand.
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