To my innocent eyes,
A faithful heart
Would seem a truth,
And yet, for evil,
It would all depart.
Seeing color of gold,
A blindness descends.
Drawn sword,
Against friends.
Strength, not mine,
To do this thing.
If not for him,
The quest, failed.
Worship of the ring,
Greed and power,
Loss of innocence.
Faith has paled,
With brightning
Of day,
Sadness prevails.
If only, I could have
passed the test.
My life saved,
Not forfeit, to the West.
- Shelob