Choices

- Shelob

A Villanelle

Darkness grows like the shadow of night.
I will take the ring, tho' I do not know the way.
My steps will not falter, tho' I may lose sight.

Our first choice was the mountain in daylight.
Too late for such a snowstorm, some evil I say.
Darkness grows like the shadow of night.

Let the Ringbearer choose, which way is right.
For I fear the dark of Moria and my vote is, nay.
My steps will not falter, tho' I may lose sight.

Through the mines black halls, his staff is bright.
Drums in the deep and an evil Balrog to slay.
Darkness grows like the shadow of night.

The creature's long whip wraps around his legs tight.
Gandalf falls into the abyss, smoke and flame do betray.
My steps will not falter, tho' I may lose sight.

The Company that was nine, has now become eight.
Get them up Boromir, there is no time for delay.
Darkness grows like the shadow of night.
My steps will not falter, tho' I may lose sight.