And so for sickly Gollum drools.
Note that the rubaiyat is allowed an unlimited number of stanzas, so extend the pattern as needed: For example, the contemporary poet Bernard M. Now following Aragorn, they staggered and ran, Barely reaching gold woods for safety's sake.
You'd think a tree grew moss and stood But brewing verse and song so good They shared with everybody Hoom Laughed at the time and understood Back at the field where trampled bloom Left puzzling clues for friends to groom, Three Hunters wondered at sundered rope, And blanched at the entrance to wooded room.
Survivors emered from a cavernous gloom Into bitter brightness, with grief to consume Even the most stalwart of heart: Poor hobbits were crushed 'neath sorrow's doom Each thought he knew his fitting part Or so it had seemed, at the start But grief would have to sigh and wait First strength and doubt in eyes would dart They'll swarm these hills, the orcs that hate, Haste now to Lorien lest it be too late!
Post your own rubaiyat in the comments section below! Let's give it a try, shall we? Before false phantoms, foes took fright and died Alone for Corsair hearts the seagulls cried While Denethor prepared his wood within Why hesitates White Warrior outside?