@avram @evilrooster @andrhia

Foes slink to Gondor and conspire:
I'll teach them well to fear my ire
And extirpate their sad cabal
In Udûn, and the cracks of fire.

These rings are lovely in my thrall-
One more will bring the wherewithal
To rule and bring and find them all
And in the darkness bind them all.

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@avram @evilrooster @andrhia

Whose rings these are, I think I know.
They've all come back to Mordor, though,
Except the Elvish Three--and Mine,
Whose whereabouts I'd like to know!

My flunkies I must reassign
From wonted quotas of rapine
To hunt for bumpkins from the "Shire"
While I, back home, grow saturnine.

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@evilrooster @andrhia #RobertFrost #KublaKhan #PoetryMashup

Whose dome this is I think I know.
A sacred river there does flow
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea below.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers are girdled round;
And gardens bright with sinuous rills
And many fragrant trees abound.

…

@andrhia

I know that night has turned to morn,
And what remains when hope's forlorn
Is slouching eastward to be born,
Is slouching eastward to be born.

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@andrhia

Perhaps as all has come untied,
The Second Coming cannot hide.
The Second Coming! Just the name
Leave me staggered, starry-eyed.

A beast whose vision burns like flame
Strides onward as the birds proclaim:
The peaceful veil has now been torn!
The darkness drops, but all the same,

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@andrhia

Nope.

Whose bird this is I think I know
It cannot hear its keeper, though.
The center can no longer hold;
Instead the gyre begins to grow.

The fervour of the best grows cold,
While all the worst are growing bold.
In loosings of the blood-dimmed tide,
No tales of innocence are told.

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