3. Put It On

Pressing in upon me, a will bids me
Obey.
Put on the Ring.
No;
I remember
The barrow was dark,
I know
My counselor was wise...
Put it on.
No;
I should not,
Cannot, will not...
Put it on.
My eyes close against this darkness,
But it is inside me,
Behind my eyes.
In my mind, beating at my heart.
The pressure is
Unbearable.
My hand moves -
Strangely detached, slowly
I feel the tug of the chain being
Drawn out.
No!
Put on the Ring.
No, you will not...
I...mustn't...

I...

Put

It

On.

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