Love you’ve sold

for endless gold

Not enough to fill your soul

There will always be a hole

Where love and warmth fit perfectly.

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This is the first of three poems I did after watching The Battle of the Five Armies. They go togehter, as a set, for all of them show what I saw as an emptiness inside of the characters whom they are written about. This first one is about how Thorin's mind and heart were infected by gold, and how he almost threw away the loved ones who were worth far more.