 |
|||
|
|
|||
 Ready (2) The training done, the schooling over A new life is awaiting you At the side of your beloved Master Never knowing what is due The will is broken, but peace is there Fitting right into my mould As an object of desire Into my hands you have been sold Chained forever, kneeling meekly Waiting for my beckoning sign Jumping at the bat of an eyelid Marked and branded, forever mine... Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
|||
|