The following is a freewritten poem. Which should explain its mild shittiness. I am currently compiling footage for another project, so I thought I'd just post this to keep the blog from getting all stale again. See you soon, my imaginary reader(s).
Five in the ancient gold mills fought,
Whose fathers rose in shame,
Whose children later wisdom sought,
Whose efforts were in vain.
Soon as their honour was betrayed,
Where once was harmony brewed hate.
Where once came King lay only Mountain,
Whose peak now stained with beast,
Whose Stone had power truly darkened,
When the Eagles had their feast.
Where Little Men humiliate,
Royal Beards grow weak with hate.
And as the White Beard may have foreseen,
The King faded sorry as fields grew green.
Five in the ancient gold mills fought,
Whose fathers rose in shame,
Whose children later wisdom sought,
Whose efforts were in vain.
Soon as their honour was betrayed,
Where once was harmony brewed hate.
Where once came King lay only Mountain,
Whose peak now stained with beast,
Whose Stone had power truly darkened,
When the Eagles had their feast.
Where Little Men humiliate,
Royal Beards grow weak with hate.
And as the White Beard may have foreseen,
The King faded sorry as fields grew green.
Okay. I haven't read The Hobbit, nor Lord of The Rings. Once I read them, I shall be back to comment on this. (I have the books so it shouldn't take too long)
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Indeed, it is. It's not a very impressive poem, it's just that I've been thinking a lot about The Hobbit these days because I just read it. Also, I had doodh patti every time I sat down with the book, so I think about it every time I have tea now.
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