Author: Calenlass Greenleaf
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings is the property of Tolkien. The Ring is also his.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the Lord of the Rings and a part of HoME.
Rating: PG-13 because of the topic and because of angst.
Summary: My third installment in a series of prose poems examining why so many people fell for the Ring. Subject: Addiction. No slash, sex, smut, profanity, or romance.
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul. —Translation of "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life...Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends." — Gandalf in 'A Journey in the Dark,' FOTR.
Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma. – from Dictionary. Com Unabridged.
It is more than obsession.
It is more than corruption.
It is addiction,
A dangerous addiction to the Ring.
For now you have become a slave,
A slave to the Ring and its Master.
You care for nothing but the Ring.
It has become you life, your all.
Never do you let it out of your sight,
It must always stay with you.
Should you ever lose it,
It will never leave your mind.
You think of nothing but of protecting it,
Hiding it from others,
You have been shunned,
Forsaken by your own people.
But you do not care—
You only want the Ring.
Its light is reflected in your hungry eyes.
You clasp it in your hands,
As if it was some amulet,
A charm to protect you.
It has become your god,
It is your very essence,
You cling it is as if it were your only salvation.
If the Ring is destroyed,
You, too, will be destroyed.
Is there any hope for such a creature?
For such a pitiable form of life?
Even now, there is still hope.
Learn how to love again,
Pure, simple love without lust.
Learn how to smile without malice,
How to show pity without scorn.
Learn how to trust again,
How to be a companion and a friend.
But you must have the will,
The will to return back to the good,
The will to change your ways.
Let go of your fear,
For if you chose this road to walk,
You will not be alone.
There will be others helping you,
Though you will come out not unscathed,
Though you may be scarred,
The greater cost will be if you do not return.
Return to the light.
Be rid of this addiction.