The Fire of Galadriel

By Emmit Other

A work in progress
Words in sand
Time rewrites
The gate smashed
The glory gone
Collected like so many pop cans
Recycled as bottles of tin
29 cents in certain states
The wind is past
The words locked
Blue flame seals them
Too quick for the way back machine
Too obscure for the rss feed
If you saw it
You saw it
And if you didnt
You missed it
You can ask
I did
You just have to know
Who
What
Where
How
Why
And when
Which is now
Now then
Now done
Now gone.
Just more nonsense in print
Adieu