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." :)