Merry
Walking
the streets of Bree,
a black mist envelopes
him, as consciousness fades away,
like death.
Found, by
the stable boy,
he runs to the Pony,
shivering, from a fear beyond
madness.
-Shelob
Meriadoc Brandybuck: an Acrostic
Merry was his nickname
Ever seeking friends and fun
Running home from the Green Dragon
In hope, to be home, before the sun
Anxiously tries to stay out of trouble
Daring to steal the Wizard's fireworks
Often found walking Shire paths
Caring about the comfort of his friends
Brave in the face of danger
Ready to defend the White Lady
Always offering a friendly grin
Now and then, a prank to play
Daring to defy the King's orders
Yet, frightened of riding to war
Brandishing his sword for Gondor
United with the Riders of Rohan
Cuts the evil Witchking with his blade
Kindred spirit he is to everyone.
-Shelob