Boromir

I hear its call
It haunts my sleep
“Take me now
I am yours to keep.”

“Take me to Gondor.”
It whispers once more
These taunts in my mind
I try to ignore.

But the pull of its power
Is clouding my mind
The choice I must make
Has my heart in a bind.

Do I submit and obey
And take what’s not mine ?
Will my soul become dark
Should I commit such a crime ?

But it promises power
For the land of my kin
To save the White City
And my people within.

My soul shall be forfeit
The price will be paid
As I follow young Frodo
My decision is made.