a/n Well, it's a poem, but I shouldn't think it's very good. Churnéd has two syllables by the way.
In the south where no one goes
The churnéd flame swirls and glows
No one ventures to the lair,
Where the sulphur scents the air
No one will mourn the loss, the lack
The thing that's gone and won't come back
Fire licks at the walls of jet,
Polished obsidian barely set
Shadow makes the flares seem brighter
Darkness makes the good seem lighter
If we were stood all side to side,
Who would shine and who would hide?
a/n It's about Mount Doom but also about how things reflect against each other. Anyway, tell me what you think.