The Arkenstone
We are drenched with the cold winter rain
as armies gather to win the Arkenstone of Thrain
Its value arises from its weight and clarity
Its thousands of facets scatter light in a million directions
The battle of the five armies is about to begin
It's lose lose even if you are the one that happens to win
No one was meant to own such beauty
It is selfish and arrogant to believe so
a mistake
Continue to follow this path and you'll join the dragon
the great and dead Smaug in the bottom of the lake
Yup. Another Hobbit poem, but now I'm done and probably won't write another one of these travesties for a while. I dunno. I think the poem is a piece about being selfish. I've been selfish lately. I shouldn't continue down this path. Only hurt feelings and broken hearts can be found at this journey's end. Peace out.
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