Forth They Went.
They
went bereft of wizardry
Divided by one’s treachery
Who dearly paid for his betraying,
As Frodo fled, his will unswaying,
Within his soul a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Against the Ring, strength like a tower,
With trust unbroken, doomed to escape
Into a country shifting shape
Of snares eluded, deadly lairs,
Of bloody flesh, the chain that tears.
Forth
they went and struggled long,
Reeling and foundering, as e’er more strong
The Power swelled, and Frodo fought,
And courage great and love he brought
With Sam and Smeagol at his side.
Above in the gloom the Nazgul cried
Circling afar at Barad-dur,
While two with haunted eyes endured
The rocks that bit at foot and hand,
Their mouths parched in a barren land.
Still
the gloom gathers; fear was growing
Upon the Stairs, the dark blood flowing
Beside the webs, where Shelob slew
Her victims, and brave Samwise drew
The Evlish blade, but all hope pales
In bitter hell. The wind wails,
The burden grows. Their dooms are
twined,
It drinks his sweat, and burns his mind,
A place of torment, ash and thorn,
Thunder rumbles, a whispered ‘Shire’ –
And Frodo crawls towards the Shire.