Wormtongue
Voice smooth as silk, Warm and Replete with carefully chosen wisdom, Soothing as softly perfumed oils; Tongue bearing the essence Of a dragon's cunning, Wormtongue. The voice of the ancient dragons, The great Worms of old Lives on in your choices of words, Like the hypnotic gaze of a snake, Your counsel gently approaches and Binds. Softly you use them to weave your net Around him, Slowly, slowly you notch it tighter... Ensuring he will make no move Or decision without you. Until he can be consumed; His will sipped away drop by drop, Under the spell of your counsel. How wise your words sound, How compassionate and kind, Always in great consideration Of his weaknesses. Convincing your prey that you alone Truly understand him. As a dragon counts and tallies his gold, You carefully weigh the balance of your power. Surely as a good servant you will be rewarded? Surely, the one who taught you how to speak thus Will grant you your riches in due time. Surely the one who taught you to deceive so well Is trustworthy... As a dragon secure in your lair You curl around your ill-gotten treasure, In foolish assurance you do not fear These few, newly come to the door. The power of the tongue Seems greater than any man's strength... And the woman you have been promised Is always kept near.
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