@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.

(3/3)

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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,

(2/3)

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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.

(1/3)

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Whose ruins these are I think I know
His frowning visage shattered, though
He will not mind me stopping here
To see two legs of trunkless stone

'I am the King of Kings' inset
Upon the pedestal, and yet—
Nothing remains of his command

Only the lone and level sands

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