Author Note: I wrote this poem for a friend on a LOTRs site and it is my first attempt at a rather darksome poem. Enjoy its creepiness!
One Ring
I take a breath
My first to breathe
I produce death
My destiny
My master sings
I feel the joy
Of many things
That I destroy
I feel the power
Flood through my band
This is my hour
When on this hand.
The bond is cut
My reign is pruned
I wait and watch but
hear no tune.
I must await
The master's call
I feel my fate
I feel a draw.
If I can fin'lly
Be returned
To my own kind
I shall not burn
With un-told lust
And evil schemes
Here in the dust
Amid the leaves.
An echoed sound
I take a breath
I have been found
I exhale...death.