Hear The Call (Free Style) Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

Dreams of doom fill me quick,
And overshadows my whole being
Thoughts as dark come to be,
With impending doom, no longer seeing

I feel so tired and weary
All of sudden feel heavier on my feet...
Nothing to hold me, I can't take a step,
His evil presence makes heart faster beat

I'm falling into a darker, endless hole,
And a fear like none other, raises over me,
Where horrifying, undead faces my heart grips...
He overpowers me and his dark riders crept on me...

The 'Precious' they want from me at any cost...
And the ring bids me to do his master's will, at last.