The One Ring by BlueAngel116
The One Ring
Mark of Mordor,
the lidless eye.
Around the golden band,
words that don’t lie.
The closer you get,
the heavier it weighs.
You will never forget,
until the end of your days.
When it is awake,
it will take.
And when in slumber,
you will still wonder.
Although it lay quiet,
this is true.
When it hears the call,
slowly it will take you.
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Cool. Nice way to describe a band of gold made with blood. The poem is really nice. 😀