SO COLD
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Lord of the Rings, it belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, yada yada yada...You get the point.
Synopsis: A non-rhyming poem about Mordor, from Frodo's POV as he and Sam are walking into it.
Let the poem begin!
* * *
So cold.
Everywhere I look,
There are shadows.
The ground is black and rocky,
The hills are barren,
Save for dead trees and more rocks.
So cold.
The sun does not shine there,
And it makes that place
Even colder and gloomier-looking
Than it already is.
The shadows there
Creep under every rock.
The carrion birds feast there
On dead warriors,
Be they Elves, Men, or Orcs.
So cold.
That place looks forbidding
From a distance,
And I am certain
That when we arrive there,
It will be much worse.
So cold.
As we walk into this dreadful place,
I shall savor the moments
That I had in the sunlight,
For I am afraid that we will die
In this place that is filled with shadows.
I, Frodo Baggins,
Along with my companion,
Samwise Gamgee
Are going into the land of Mordor,
Where shadows lie.
And it is so cold.
The End
* * *
A/N: As always, please R&R, but no flames, otherwise I'll have to kick your sorry arses from here to Middle Earth. Uireb lalaith na le! (Translation: Eternal laughter to thee!) See ya!
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Lord of the Rings, it belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, yada yada yada...You get the point.
Synopsis: A non-rhyming poem about Mordor, from Frodo's POV as he and Sam are walking into it.
Let the poem begin!
* * *
So cold.
Everywhere I look,
There are shadows.
The ground is black and rocky,
The hills are barren,
Save for dead trees and more rocks.
So cold.
The sun does not shine there,
And it makes that place
Even colder and gloomier-looking
Than it already is.
The shadows there
Creep under every rock.
The carrion birds feast there
On dead warriors,
Be they Elves, Men, or Orcs.
So cold.
That place looks forbidding
From a distance,
And I am certain
That when we arrive there,
It will be much worse.
So cold.
As we walk into this dreadful place,
I shall savor the moments
That I had in the sunlight,
For I am afraid that we will die
In this place that is filled with shadows.
I, Frodo Baggins,
Along with my companion,
Samwise Gamgee
Are going into the land of Mordor,
Where shadows lie.
And it is so cold.
The End
* * *
A/N: As always, please R&R, but no flames, otherwise I'll have to kick your sorry arses from here to Middle Earth. Uireb lalaith na le! (Translation: Eternal laughter to thee!) See ya!
