-- I'm back from vacation! Did you miss me? No? Dang! Anyway this is a NON-FANGIRISH poem about Frodo at Cirith Ungol. As always, please read and review, or you won't get more.
Frodo's Torment
The dark
The great black walls
Red fire above me
The cold
My body exposed
The biting ropes
The shouts
The clanging of swords
My captors screeching
The pain
The crack of a whip
My flesh tearing
My hope
Shattered on the floor
Crushed into the dust
Coming soon, a poem about the the fading of the world as the elves leave Middle-Earth.