Paint me red,
My head is aching.
I cannot wait,
My heart is breaking
I cannot stand this freaking pain
39 days of goddamned rain!
And you are closer,
But not here yet.
And you want it as badly, I bet.

So guide me, Gandalf,
To Mount Doom.
Not present, but
I feel the gloom,
And I know my fate is tied to yours.
So throw open the Black Gate.
Open that door.
Show me the Shire on the other side.
I must get back,
But cannot hide
From the Shadow of Mordor
That’s haunting me now.
If I’m to be a holy cow.