“…a great malice bent upon him…gloating over…prey trapped beyond all hope of escape.” -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
A poisonous lump of flesh in malignant repose
Her lair all befouled with scraps of souls
In life sought out with her multiplex eyes
Her Sauron-eyes – it was the hopes that died first
Should a sunbeam shine in, it would be darkened
Should a breath of air waft in, it would be poisoned
Should a sprig of green appear, it would be withered
Should a prayer be whispered, it would be cursed
A poisonous lump of flesh in malignant repose
Within whose realm of hate nothing ever grows
(allusions to The Two Towers and Beowulf)
LogoSophia Magazine 