A Triangular Poem - About Sam

- Baron Wilderness

Alone.
Poor master!
All is hopeless.
Why wasn't I faster?
How can I continue now?
I cannot leave him lying here.
Not with that filthy sneak still about.
I'll crush his scrawny neck for his lies.
He'll attempt to take the ring again.
Of course, the ring, the quest!
Should I take the burden?
Better me than him.
What hope now?
Must try.
Alone.