So Small a Thing

by cassie hughes   Jul 11, 2014


Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost
Then found by one who would not know its worth.
A bauble, to be fondled and admired
Then polished up and placed upon a shelf.

A small thing, a ring
A thing that may be overlooked with time.
Forgotten, hidden in the dust
To never rest around a finger worn
With good intent but darkened heart.

A little thing, this ring
That calls out to the very soul
Of any weak enough to bend their will
And bring it to the one who formed its shape
And damn all those who stand against its pull.

So small a thing, one ring
To break and bind and rule over them all
When darkness overcomes and light has failed
And man has given up his will to fight
Its golden glory, blinding heart and mind

Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost
Then found by one who does not know its worth.

A/N
This was written after re reading the Lord of The Rings
for the umpteenth time. I am not sure if it goes against copyright or even if I should have posted it here but wanted to share it with you. If I have to remove it please let me know and I will.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh... I loved this poem, sorry I missed it when you posted it!

    I liked the repetition, it worked really well and I was really getting involved with the poem by thinking of my own ring and how much it means to me, but then how little it would mean to someone else if they had found it.

    The poem was taking shape nicely, and I had no idea you were then relating it to the film of "Lord of the rings" until I read about the 3rd and 4th stanzas where I was a little confused, but then after reading your footnote about the prompt of your poem, it makes more sense now.

    I do not think you need to worry about the poem being copy righted, you only used the film as a prompt. (now as long as you do not act out the plat with actors and reproduce the film!Lol)

    The po3m was great, and it held a lot of meaning over possessions and how priceless, yet powerful they can be to the right people.

    Great work.

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