Monday, April 25, 2011

When Frodo gets bit

The strands of venomous breed
withdrawing all spirit
enveloping in its own creed
with nothing left to do but silently breathe.

Lifelessness had caught up
the sting of merciless poison
pushing fear close to death
but numb made it be.

Mummified in the cocoon
white, very pure
uncharacteristically in the gloom
darkness obscure.

Senseless to the love
desperately trying to be reached
from a source warm as a glove
left scornfully breached.

Sorrow overpowering strength
hid behind the stone so Gray
silence engulfed as it meant
so protect which would otherwise be prey.

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