19. The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Plod on. Your path veers near the Nazgul city, where even light dies. The burden grows heavy, pulls with strong will. It calls to the Morgul-king, but your spirit, Ringbearer, turns aside the siren song and danger passes.
Climb on. The long stairs sap you of strength, bringing you closer to fears unknown. Still, you laugh, at your role in a never-ending story. The stones listen.
Sleep on. In the lap of the faithful, you find momentary rest. Old, pitiful Smeagol seeks redemption with a caress. You stir and Sam awakens. With rash judgments, the fleeting moment shatters. Forever lost.
~Julia
Climb on. The long stairs sap you of strength, bringing you closer to fears unknown. Still, you laugh, at your role in a never-ending story. The stones listen.
Sleep on. In the lap of the faithful, you find momentary rest. Old, pitiful Smeagol seeks redemption with a caress. You stir and Sam awakens. With rash judgments, the fleeting moment shatters. Forever lost.
~Julia
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