Rugged room of like cavern, mountain.
Beneath is a stream of hot fluid.
Sole soak the Lord of the rings can bleed.
A meteorite quiet fountain.
Hot golden lava slowly strickles;
Behold, floats Gollum the monstrous ghoul.
To the volcano's bluff, it fast crawls.
At last, came and flaming fright bristles.
Before, like princely film, in air, hoofs.
Hole gate of Mordok to interfuse.
Volcano's chamber choked to peruse.
Lava ripples as the mist storms soft.
Now, Gollum reels with a nova, sonic.
Strikes the vale about, corpses quicken.
An army grows of ressurection.
Orc bones and rotten flesh- demonic.
Have you ever drowned inside the sea of someone else's eyes?
Have you ever felt that you could see inside the soul's confines?
I've known what it can be to be a tear that drops to dust
A contemplated emptiness expressed, then quickly crushed
Apotheosed upon a page of love expressed, unknown
A salient star that fell so far, a crystalled cry so lone
A picture, painted, perfect in three words so overused
A flitting fancy that, perhaps, a soul might interfuse
He writes, as tears yet flood the page of empty thoughts transposed
He writes, he cries out all the things that she will never know