Another poem, hope you´ll like it!
Lure of the Ring
I´m sitting here beside this fire,
warming my limbs, which are stiff and cold
oh how much I which to be back in the Shire
where the warm and ....listen! A sound! Behold!
Calm down it was just some crack of a tree
Or some hares that did sleep in the grass
And that in this moment full terror did flee
When a wild beast or wild bird did pass.
But no, there´s that terrible sound once more
And I feel that fear gets up my throat
I try not to hear it and warm with my coat
My cold feet and cold legs on the floor.
Where´s Strider? It´s such a long time that he went
Into forest to look if all´s right
Oh how much I which him to come round this bend.
It´s a dark, it´s a terrible night.
Suddenly there´s a shodow so dark and so tall
The others are screaming in fear
And we pick out our swords and get up at all
We gather around just right here.
I can hear their screams and the scratch of steel
We´re climbing up to the ruined gate
They are coming closer and I feel
That Strider will might come too late.
My friends full of fear standing right by my side
Do not run away but they try to defend
They attack and the sword of dear Samwise does glide
At their first swordstroke out of his hand.
They want me and the ring I suddenly know
My friends have been thrown to the ground
My sword it falls and backwards I go
I strumble, don´t dare to turn round.
They´re coming closer, I´m against the wall.
I will die now, there is no way out
They are standing before me now, black and tall,
and a voice in my head speaks aloud:
"The way to escape is to put on the ring.
Oh, Halfling, Halfling so why do you wait?
Now put it on, this golden thing.
Do it now, or it will be too late!"
My hand is grabbing at my coat
I find it and I close my hand
A terrible fear is inside my throat
I will put it on! No! I can´t!
It´s dangerous to use it at all
For the servants are drawn to its will.
"But look at these ringwraiths so cold and so tall,
I you will not use it, they´ll kill!"
But Gandalf has told me.."..but he didn´t know
What would happen to you even now on this quest.
Of the perils and fear. So go for it! Go!
Put on the ring and then you can rest!"
I feel my small will is smashed and I see
One will strike with his sword at my skin
"Oh yes, you can to it! Escape! Do flee!"
I will do it, right now, my will´s growing thin.
And I put it on and lift my eyes
To see what the wringwraiths will do.
Their white shapes glow terribly under the skies.
"Oh ringbearer mine now are you!"
And their king, who is crowned with a terrible crown
Now he grabs for the ring with his hand.
But I fight with myself and I put my hand down.
Want to rip of the ring, but I can´t.
For a moment there´s silence, I´m scared and I wait.
But the the whitchking, he pushes his sword.
It is hitting my shoulder like ice. It´s too late!
And my pain is unseen, but it´s heard.
Now it´s finally off and I cry and I moan.
It feels like poison, the world´s turning black
Through mists I can see, we´re no longer alone.
It is Strider, he´s finally back.
He beats the wraiths and I lie in fear
I´m feeling the world turn pale.
I´m seeing a face. It´s old Samwise! He´s here!
" Oh halfling this time you did fail!"
Oh leave my alone you voice in my head!
"I can´t, I´m a part of your mind!
And if you will follow me, you will find dead!
So take care and don´t be so blind!
For the lure of the ring is a dangerous toy
Too dangerous for a Halfling`s hand
So take care that you don´t follow shadows, dear boy.
Otherwise you will soon find your end!"
Lure of the Ring
I´m sitting here beside this fire,
warming my limbs, which are stiff and cold
oh how much I which to be back in the Shire
where the warm and ....listen! A sound! Behold!
Calm down it was just some crack of a tree
Or some hares that did sleep in the grass
And that in this moment full terror did flee
When a wild beast or wild bird did pass.
But no, there´s that terrible sound once more
And I feel that fear gets up my throat
I try not to hear it and warm with my coat
My cold feet and cold legs on the floor.
Where´s Strider? It´s such a long time that he went
Into forest to look if all´s right
Oh how much I which him to come round this bend.
It´s a dark, it´s a terrible night.
Suddenly there´s a shodow so dark and so tall
The others are screaming in fear
And we pick out our swords and get up at all
We gather around just right here.
I can hear their screams and the scratch of steel
We´re climbing up to the ruined gate
They are coming closer and I feel
That Strider will might come too late.
My friends full of fear standing right by my side
Do not run away but they try to defend
They attack and the sword of dear Samwise does glide
At their first swordstroke out of his hand.
They want me and the ring I suddenly know
My friends have been thrown to the ground
My sword it falls and backwards I go
I strumble, don´t dare to turn round.
They´re coming closer, I´m against the wall.
I will die now, there is no way out
They are standing before me now, black and tall,
and a voice in my head speaks aloud:
"The way to escape is to put on the ring.
Oh, Halfling, Halfling so why do you wait?
Now put it on, this golden thing.
Do it now, or it will be too late!"
My hand is grabbing at my coat
I find it and I close my hand
A terrible fear is inside my throat
I will put it on! No! I can´t!
It´s dangerous to use it at all
For the servants are drawn to its will.
"But look at these ringwraiths so cold and so tall,
I you will not use it, they´ll kill!"
But Gandalf has told me.."..but he didn´t know
What would happen to you even now on this quest.
Of the perils and fear. So go for it! Go!
Put on the ring and then you can rest!"
I feel my small will is smashed and I see
One will strike with his sword at my skin
"Oh yes, you can to it! Escape! Do flee!"
I will do it, right now, my will´s growing thin.
And I put it on and lift my eyes
To see what the wringwraiths will do.
Their white shapes glow terribly under the skies.
"Oh ringbearer mine now are you!"
And their king, who is crowned with a terrible crown
Now he grabs for the ring with his hand.
But I fight with myself and I put my hand down.
Want to rip of the ring, but I can´t.
For a moment there´s silence, I´m scared and I wait.
But the the whitchking, he pushes his sword.
It is hitting my shoulder like ice. It´s too late!
And my pain is unseen, but it´s heard.
Now it´s finally off and I cry and I moan.
It feels like poison, the world´s turning black
Through mists I can see, we´re no longer alone.
It is Strider, he´s finally back.
He beats the wraiths and I lie in fear
I´m feeling the world turn pale.
I´m seeing a face. It´s old Samwise! He´s here!
" Oh halfling this time you did fail!"
Oh leave my alone you voice in my head!
"I can´t, I´m a part of your mind!
And if you will follow me, you will find dead!
So take care and don´t be so blind!
For the lure of the ring is a dangerous toy
Too dangerous for a Halfling`s hand
So take care that you don´t follow shadows, dear boy.
Otherwise you will soon find your end!"