The weight of this mask is unbearable.
As with Frodo ‘s thinly smile wavers in and out,
Sam will always be cheerful as Mordor lies over my heart.
This light sword I take,
As with Aragorn’s buckler on his left,
By the side of Legolas’ knocked tips,
To Gimli’s chuckle.
My feet will run,
My mind sprint,
My heart will walk
Until I see none only to be at the road far side from Mirkwood to Fangorn.
My mind will rest easy,
If Saruman will grin with an evil laugh with Sauron at his heel,
And keep all orcs at bay.
from Denethor you are recieved,
from Boromir you are percieved,
from Faramir you are believed. . .
to Eowyn of power,
of Arwen in her stature,
and Galadriels’ tears you remain loved.
Who bore you, mighty You?
“When one has killed that dragon,
one has become The Child.”
-In the Field, p21
A Joseph Campbell Companion, Osbon.
Did i just Irked you to the max,
Have i unleashed your potential,
Are you ready to smoke and spread your tiny Smaug inside you.
Are you that stupid to make Eowyn out of me,
that it takes my feminine side to hear you wail like an Uruk-hai.
Then it seems to me,
From the blackest of your dead hand,
I can slay you,
just like that,
knowingly your attitude and behavior will make you
as a child would,
if someone would take your possession just like that.