This is my first attempt at Lord of the Rings poetry. Okay, it doesn't rhyme, but I just seem to be incapable of rhyming without sounding totally ridiculous. :) So you'll just have to forgive me!
I don't own Gollum, Smeagol, the Ring, or anything else Lord of the Rings.
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Finally Free
I am falling.
The Ring glints, reflecting fiery orange, just out of my grasp.
I want it. I long for it. And yet, I hate it, just as I both hate and love myself.
It is my precious, my love, my curse, my doom.
I can feel the heat of the fire grow beneath me as I fall closer.
The Ring, I can almost reach it.
I must have it.
Finally, the Ring falls close enough for me to snatch it.
Fingering it, I feel joy touched by regret and sorrow.
My creator and my destroyer.
Flames jump up to lick my shriveled body.
I know it is the end of me.
The end of Smeagol, who I used to be, and of Gollum, who I have become.
I will not miss Gollum.
The boiling lava swallows me, wrenching the Ring from my grasp.
I can see it above, floating on the surface.
The Gollum cries out inside of me.
Suddenly turning into molten fire, the Ring is gone.
As if it had never existed, as if it had never caused so much pain.
I feel a heavy burden lift off me.
The battle has ended.
Gollum melted with the Ring.
I am Smeagol again.
Closing my eyes for the last time, there is a smile on my face.
My struggle is over.
I am finally free.
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