Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Time on One's Hands |
Written for the LOTR Community Riddle Poem challenge. For RabidSamFan for her birthday. |
a riddle poem I have time on my hands, But not always the same. In Harad I am water, In Gondor a flame. Dwarves catch me in iron, In ratchets and wheels; Elves see me in seasons, In the stars in their reels. I’ll sit on the mantel And my heart beats away. What I measure is formless And too oft slips away. No one asks me a question, But consult me they do; And if they neglect me, My tale won’t be true. Although I run always, I can’t stir a foot. I have hands but no arms, And my foot wears no boot. Now guard I a letter Left at the dawn of the day; And if he fails to look soon His chance slips away. And so it sings throughout the day. From an old nursery rhyme. |