Poetry to ward off Great Evil,
warming the inner darkness
staunching time's hemorraghe
intricate love and pain...
That's all part of the process.
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walking into Mordor with GPS
boldly illuminating my own face,
the black tower of Barad-Dur
glowers down at my shadow
and my trusty invisible friend.
Standing tall, striking runes
on keys in quiet hope that it's all
honest work for Erù Ilùvatar,
kicking out streams of rhythm
coded shots of elder verse,
Tùna upon Tirion ~
before Golem bites off
my extended middle finger.
5 comments:
Imaginative
Interesting combination of topics, modern technology and ancient fantasy.
Thanks for the reads. I like to mix things up a little. Getting more imaginative lately for sure.
Great last line.
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