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| Jakob Fall Sonnet II: Smeagol's Song |
| We sits upon the rushes here, we do And eatses all the fishes we can catch. We waits for master's lying, falsely coo, But until then a sneaky plan we'll hatch. Our mind, it wanders to the golden ring (oh, woe! our birthday present -- lost it is!) That took from us, oh he, our wicked king; Those Hobbitses betrayed us with a kiss. * Our precious burns with light of molten gold; It pulls us with a longing deep inside. It holds command of a power untold:a From it no Elf, beastie, or man can hide. So waits we do under the Mordor stars 'Til Hobbitses we kill and ring be ours! * For all you people who are getting uppity about this, the kiss refers not to a literal betraying kiss of Judas, but rather to the scene in the Forbidden Pool where Frodo lures Smeagol away with promises of safety, only to allow the men of Gondor to tie up and restrain him. |