Psalm 23 for Middle-Earth

In Old English Alliteration

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God my Christ-hero crashes down Me-town.
Gollums and Smeagols he scatters.
With rod he rages, runes he roars and
Runs me out of me.

Destitute, I desire not. In danger, I fear not
For he guides me and drives me deeper
And deeper to darkness and sweetness with Him.

Though I wail and walk through wild and waste
I will not wither, cannot dither
For you are with me: rodding and prodding.

My old-life (roaring for Precious) you ruined.
With new runes you Real-me, new oil you Ravish me
New wine you wassail me, win me, wake me
Take me to Your-town forever.

First Published in St. Katherine Review 5.4