[ Tolkien ] A Mere Trinket

           
Hold me in your hand            
            
Such an ordinary metal band        
i am
     so shiny        
G O L D        
     reflected      
in your eyes---              
cool, its touch  
upon warm fingers              
as wraithing hands writhe        
in desperation, sensing  
POWER that still lingers;      
              
Forged in Mount Doom's molten rift              
where flames burned white-hot fervent            
Distrust fanned between Elf, Dwarf, and Man            
as Nine crowned became His servant              
             
Little Halfling            
bring me to Him              
and Our armies will sing!            
songs reveling about you        
       
For what its worth            
a king of Middle Earth      
you will be made            
             
Now, fade            
             
Let yourself fade away to black           
             
No  
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