Power can be
held in the smallest of things,
Not everyone is what they seem.
A
wild man may become a King
A world may be ended by a simple ring.
A humble hobbit
of the Shire,
old, weathered and long retired.
may one day
change the fate of all,
power is held in the hands of the small.
A ranger walking
through the wilds,
a rough man, a mortal child.
May one day
become a king,
power is held in the wildest of things.
A lonely hobbit
whom others call strange
who lives alone and does not age
may
one day destroy the ruling ring
power is held in the humblest of
things
A rough wanderer
cloaked in grey
casting spells and firework displays
may one
day bring back the king
power is held in the strangest of things.
A humble
gardener who loves his master,
the youngest son of the poor old
Gaffer
may one day bring back the stars above
Power is held in
simple loyalty and love.
An old man
corrupted by a witless worm
whose world is shattered by a cruel
neighbor
may one day become the king he used to be
power is
held in the smallest of things.
A wizened ent
bent with age,
Who is quick to nothing and slow to rage
May one
day arouse an army of trees
power is held in the oldest of things.
A tortured
creature, greedy and old
with a blackened heart and a wasted
soul.
May one day alter a doomed world's fate
power is held
in treachery and hate.
Power is held in
the smallest of things
Not everyone is what they seem.
Watch
carefully those the world calls weak
They might be more than you
may think.