The Sweetest Sin

by Isildur's Heiress

Bilbo's life may not have been great all the way through, but despite the issues, he would always have his Sweetest Sins.

This is a poem about Bilbo Baggins. I called it Sweetest Sins because it's always seemed to me that Bilbo tended to take something good that he had and turn it into a form of self punishment. There is a passing mention of Bagginshield in here, but it's only passing. (And for anyone following me because of the Trilogy, I'm in the process of a rewrite. I totally just lost it for what I had.)

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The Sweetest Sin

The sweetest sin was Sun
Warm like summer berries
Tingling to his toes

The sweetest sin was Sharp
A stabbing like a rose
And just as beautiful

The sweetest sin was Lost
A lover dying in his arms
Ascending his final throne

The sweetest sin was Bitter
Reclusive and cold
Reason for living was gone

The sweetest sin was New
Seeing pain and memories reflected
In a Child's bright blue eyes

The sweetest sin was Succumbing
Allowing disease and hurt
To overtake his Being

And truly, the Sweetest of the sweetest sins
Was Death

Knowing that all would be forgiven
Knowing that all of his sweeter sins
Would be waiting with open arms

And so they were