Author/Banshee Queen: "The inspiration for this poem came from my brother, I heard him reciting some line off Rotk that Gandalf says & suddenly felt the urge to write a poem on Frodo succumbing to the power of the Ring. Enjoy!"
Disclaimer: "I don't own anything of Lotr. That's to J.R.R Tolkien." ;)
A Choice Before Me
You stand on the brink
Fire beneath your feet
All the hardships
All the pain
Endured…
For this one moment
X
Your heart beats faster
Faster than before
You know your quest
Have traveled through it
With one more task before you…
X
It lays in your hand
Upon a silver chain
Its golden band thick with lies & betrayal
Flowing Elven script claims this evil
X
But you are aware…
Of its evil
The ring of power…
Within your grasp
X
What will you do?
Who can you trust?
Will you make this once choice given to you?
X
A tear trails your filthy cheek
But your outside bodice is not the one filthy
Filthy thoughts
Filthy intent
Stains your conscience
Your will is bent
X
You stare into the abyss
Of golden doom
Should you trust this wonder?
Should you trust its fate?
X
It whispers thoughts of power & glory
It whispers far & wide
It tells you to succumb
You scream & try to hide
X
Your eyes widen with disbelief
It whispers of strength & knowledge
Power of your own
It says you'll never be alone
X
You stare into its depths…
And fall into its clutches
It has you now
You cannot escape
X
Your choice you have made
It poisons your mind
Holding aloft this prized jewel
You feel ecstasy wash through you
Its band hard like steel
The only thing you want…
Is to feel…
X
A cry of "Frodo!" pierce your ears?
You turn swiftly
Eyes alight with anger
This stranger will not steal your prize
It is yours
You will not be kind
The only thing escaping your lips…
"The Ring is mine"
…And forever more it shall remain…
Author/Banshee Queen: "Good, tell me. Not good, tell me anyway." :)
