The Secret Passage

- Shelob

He whispers, "Follow me"
Up steps, spiraling into the gloom.
Cold stone with sharp edges,
Fear, like a blanket of mist.
What evil waits at the top?
Stench of rotted meat,
Sticky webs brush his face.
She watches from a dark corner.
A piercing sting fells him,
All light goes out.
Middle Earth's hope grows dim.