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Two Little Girls

Two little girls....
walk arm in arm against the nights chill,
as they talk about nonsensical things
to make light of there dark quest,

Two little girls,
One thumb in mouth,
The other though younger
has a Tough exterior
they make there steps to one beat
one beat, one sound, one step..

They begin a quest,
Like Frodo and Sam,
Against all odds
To find the precious...

They Walk as quick as the Wind
As quiet as the moon
and as brave as a lion
they walk,
They meet many on there way,
wondering where the two hobbits
so far from there shire
are wondering off too....
but they know, the precious
call to them,
their quest means life or death,
their quest means raise or fall
their quest there own


Though cold and tired,
their mission true,
their mission, a mission they have
embarked upon many a time,
Though rain or tears
Through pain or fear
they search

They search through the Alleys,
and the bars,
they search through the dens
and the holes
worry of failure, a fire burning
inside, a fire that they try
to extinguish with smiles,
but that fire roars,
as the skies inky colour
seems to stain there skin

the Two little Girls
Frodo and Sam,
walk to the last den...
their last hope,
there they find her.....
Find their precious....
"come on Mom...Time to go home".........


12, Jan 15
mystree
Written by mystree
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