A Mere Trinket

Hold me in your hand

Such an ordinary metal band I am
Shiny
Gold reflected in your widened eyes
So cool the touch upon your fingers
As ancient hands grasping for control
Sense the power that still lingers

Pick up the pace, my little Master

You can afford to walk just a little faster
Now
After biding the ages under water for so long
Later coveted in the darkest of caves
Grinding the weakest of minds in a slaughter
Becoming master to the slaves

Try me on for size

While I regale you with stories full of beautiful
Lies
Being whispered, calling you by name
Face the great Eye burning in mystery
Always seeking this mere trinket long forgotten
That should have never slipped out of history

Journey forth to the lands of Mordor

With this kingly gift that I am so
Precious
Ring forged long ago in a molten rift
Where flames of jealousy burned white hot fervent
Fanning the distrust between Elf and Dwarf
As nine crowned men each became a servant

Little Halfling
Bring Him the ring
And Our armies will sing
Songs reveling about you
For what its worth
A King of Middle Earth you will be made

Now, fade


Let yourself fade away


Fade to black



inspired by The Hobbit and The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien