Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.
I apologise for not updating my stories for ages, I didn't have the needed inspiration to finish them, and then A levels happened and now I'm at university. I will try to finish them at some point but no guarantees. I wrote this poem in a lecture because the lecturer was going really slowly and I decided to write something in between making notes.
Softly softly
She steps on the cold earth, her footsteps dancing lightly
Toes between the crisp autumn leaves
As she runs through the forest
Lithe and swift she races beneath the darkening boughs
The spider waits ahead
Its beady eyes watching the trees as it perches in its web
Spinning
It does not notice
The elf as her running brings her nearer
Her arrow nocked ready
As she prepares to slay the beast.
A moment of still
As the elf raises her bow, the spider turns
Then swoosh
The arrow thuds
And the spider falls
Dead.
It troubles Mirkwood no more.
Rated T because of spider death.