Dreams of doom fills me quick,
Overshadows my whole being
And thoughts as dark come to be,
With impending doom I can hardly see...
I feel so tired, weary
All of sudden feel heavier on my feet...
Nothing to hold me, I can't take another step,
His evil presence blinds my way...
I'm falling into a darker endless hole,
And a fear like none other raises over me,
Where undead horrifying faces my heart grips...
He overpowers me and his dark riders creeped on me...
The precious he wants from me at any cost...
And the ring bids me now ,strongly, to do his master's will!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
February.15.2015
Authors notes:
(from Frodo's point of view at the Prancing Pony Inn. Frodo's about to slip into darkness...)
-From my poetry collection and inspired by the LOTR trilogy and the Hobbit books and movies-