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Author's Notes: Remember that scene in 'The Two Towers' when Frodo offers the Ring to the Nazgul? Sam stops him, and there is a magnificently intense moment in which Frodo has Sting pointed at Sam's throat, ready to kill for his Precious. Remind you of anybody? This poem plays out the rescue of Sam and the death of Deagol, side by side…
Shattered Mirror
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Ringwraiths
Swooping overhead on their fell beasts
Horrible shadows
Blocking the sun
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Clouds
Meandering across the sky
Delicate blots
Patchwork around the sun
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An offering hand
A Golden Ring
Glazed blue eyes
Peaceful hysteria
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A retrieving hand
A Golden Ring
Wild blue eyes
Instant madness
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A second voice
A shove
A fall
The Ring is denied
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A request
A grab
A reach
The Ring is denied
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Drawing the sword
The blue eyes harden
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Grabbing the neck
The blue eyes blaze with insanity
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Pointing the blade
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Tightening the grip
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Closer
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Tighter
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A cry
"It's me, your Sam!
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A cry
"It's me, your Deagol!"
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Listening
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Blinded
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Reached
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Unreachable
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Relaxed
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Possessed
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He's alive
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He's dead
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Thank you, Sam
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What have I done?
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