One Word Story

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

They march like ants

Boots pounding on the mortar

They march

Right

Left

Right

I forced you

Lord Celebrimbor 

to make 16

more rings

of which

were for dwarves 

and men alike

Forgive me

I acted delirous

but forging

them was fun

Time

Will it end?

Will it stop?

No, it'll pass you bye

in the blink of an eye.

You'll be to old

when you notice

that the starting gun went off

to play catch up