Villanelles - Doctor Gamgee

The Choices of Master Samwise

The hobbit falters under the Ring’s weight.
As he ascends the endless steps of stone.
And none can see the final stroke of Fate!
The light goes dim, as though the hour’s late.
“Poor Frodo,” comes a haunted, whispered moan
The hobbit falters under the Ring’s weight.
Sam mutters, “Slinker led us from the gate
Into this crevice of the mountain’s bone!
And none can see the final stroke of Fate,
But when we’re through, my anger will be great!
And I will make him, for his ways, atone!”
The hobbit falters under the Ring’s weight,
And though stouthearted, Sam could not abate
His sorrow, as he stood bereft, alone.
And none can see the final stroke of Fate!
And Sam began himself now to berate!
The thought of Frodo yet alive had grown.
The hobbit falters under the Ring’s weight.
And none can see the final stroke of Fate!
- DoctorGamgee