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P.S. This poem is about our one and only Frodo ^_~
V.
Rings of blue
with a ring of gold –
coldless is the flame of foreign tongue.
Eyes of terror
see the half living –
as men with out their flesh.
Blues change brighter
and the white is fading –
breathing in the dark poison.
VI.
Tongues are speaking
whilst fingers touch –
quick in expertise
riding poison from the body.
Fevered flesh is cool,
wounds are bound and healing,
and sleeping without realization
of the change that nearly happened.