Precious Fire

A long tormented soul
Through fires of precious gold
Was once possessed
The story told

A Gollum lone
Split Id intwned
Transform the heart
Split the bone

Forged through fire
Bound in blood
Darkness fell 
Nothing left

Empty soul
Empty heart
His only world
Would Fall apart

What once was forged
Was once possessed
Has now been lost
Now search the hoard

Promise of power 
The taste of dust
Bittersweet and woeful sorrow
Aprroaching now the final hour

Was thought to be 
An ancient plea
turned to trial
Through precious fire


Poem by Stramp May 23, 2013