The Chain

LotR Object: The chain that held the Ring
 
 
I, who was wrought by Elven hands
Must now carry this loathsome thing
Each day I struggle not to yield
To the weight that is this little Ring

I can feel its power growing
I can feel its weight increase
And as the road grows ever darker
It consumes me like some foul disease

Yet, I shall never give up fighting
I can’t afford to fall apart
For then I will allow its poison
To consume this brave and gentle heart

I love the feeling of his heartbeat
A spark of hope still lives in there
So I will help him bear this burden
As long as it is ours to bear
- Avondster