Pink stairway to Shelob’s lair.
Paved with honey and milk
Glazed with 1000 prisoner hair
Rose red blood downs made of silk
Shelob, mighty Shelob walks on knives
its sharp edge pulling closer the dirty net
1000 pretty milk maidens mock their own lives
With dead eyeballs brushed under the carpet.
1 comment:
i love this poem.
i am a sucker for rhymes. also for shelob :P
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