4.
Occasionally he caught a silver fish
and feasted upon her naked flesh,
while he sucked he thought of birds,
nice birds and all their scattered legs.
He lost the smaller ones.
They went glittering through his stubbs,
flipping into the rivers,
that would soon light up with dawn,
and then that golden moon would come,
to these sad and lonely pools,
followed by all the stars of all the worlds,
that we wished upon.
These days are dark, but we go on.
There is a rainbow inside the storm.
But Gollum, the old shire vampire.
You will not be saved.
