Gollum's Poem Continued

They do not see what lies ahead

When sun is faded and moon is dead.

They cannot hear what always screams

When it is light and brightness gleams.

They will not feel what senses kill

When senses dull and rise and fill.

They should not taste the silent air

When vile earth is waiting there.

Do not ask of what you seek

When your will is small and meek.

You might slip and you might fall

When you aren't strong enough to crawl.

It is my precious that I want,

When your footsteps I do haunt

I will get it, make no mistake.

When you die, my precious I will take.