The Hope of a Hobbit

by Avalon's mists

A small poem about how Pippin felt when the BAttle of Pelanor Field was about to take place.

Waiting

I am sitting on the edge of a war

Watching the armies go in and out

the air is dark and dank

and still I sit

Not knowing what to hope for

I think I see a eye

I don't know what that thing was

A dark snake comes towards me

I am still sitting

Still sitting

It is hopeless

We all say

Yet still I sit

On the edge of this great battle

Still wondering

Is there hope?