Smeagol's Journey

I was a boy once.

I was a boy with a dream and a future and life,

So much life,

Such a precious thing is life, so precious.

Then it came to me, gold, glinting,

Half hidden in eddies in the water.

My dream of being a bard came to an end;

I did not know it then.

I put it on and saw — everything,

I saw nothing and no one saw me

No one but him and he...

He made me his

Now I wander this bleak black land.

Orcs tease me, Nazgul mock me.

Will you come to my swamp?

Will you try on my precious One?

For those who forgot how to fly

The first fold across, 

then two more to make a roof, 

bend it back along the ridge, 

two more folds, 

and here sprout the wings.

Tongue caught in teeth, 

she paints paper airplanes, 

fingers dipped in paint

and smeared across cheek.

This one's bright red, 

that one half orange, 

half newspaper print.

Purse lips, fill air through the tail.

Then fly over the moonlight

on paper wings.