Riddles in the Dark

A pale light flickers, Eyes like coals in the mire. The question creeps, And the hunter waits. Words are daggers, Shadows speak Every riddle a snare, Every answer a key. Riddles in the dark! Whispers wound the soul. Riddles in the dark! A mind consumed, a fate foretold. Riddles in the dark! Between the shadows of the stone, A hobbit’s will shall stand alone. Precious, precious… We’ll see, we’ll see. The voice splits in two, A curse, a plea. The circle burns, The unseen binds. A promise of power, The weight of ages. What has roots as none can see, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet it never grows. Riddles in the dark! Whispers wound the soul. Riddles in the dark! A mind consumed, a fate foretold. Riddles in the dark! Between the shadows of the stone, A hobbit’s will shall stand alone. Footsteps flee… The ring remains...