The Road To Mordor

The daylight fades now; soon the moon will glide Across the canvas of the sky that, wide And black, spans far above. Below, we bide Our time and wait. I glance from side to side At my companions on this dreadful ride. These are the haunted woods where many died. The path is treacherous, and with each stride Becomes more so. I think foul creatures cried While circling overhead. We have to hide. I fear we cannot really trust our guide. Perhaps it would be better to divide: Have some go on, and others turn aside To draw off the pursuit. We must decide And each walk to our doom with fear and pride. 2/13/2017 For contest Monorhyme Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton