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Evil Overlord Is Just a Vibe
by Ping Yi
On the Occasion of a Chance Visit to Leicester Square, London W1D 6AP
In the third millennium of the Seventh Age,
unwise Men under ill counsel seek again
the power of Barad-dûr, raising anew
the Black Tower, with bricks crimson
and ebon, forged in fire, moulded with steel.
Fools, all! One cannot spawn Sauron,
Gorthaur the Cruel, Melkor’s First,
Morgoth’s Finest, and hope to contain him
within a LEGO Icons set no. 10333!
From a thousand emporia and eighty
issues forth the Iron Crown, the Helm
of Malice, the Head-dress of High Doom,
no. 11373 with minifig and mini-Ring –
volcanic hot on the heels of the Balrog’s
Book Nook, no. 10367 Demon of Might
holding Learning at bay. Thus in Men
is rekindled such Desire as better forgotten,
thus is cast across the lands a New Shadow.
The blacksmith whets another broadsword
beneath the Fortress, blade shrieking on stone,
his chef colleague searing meat just delivered.
Gothmog, Lieutenant of Morgul, raises a toast
to the Time of the Orc; Sauron broods on throne
while his Mouth preens. What hope have Men
against such reckless craft by the Toymaker?
Squeezing past the horde, fleeing the store,
lulling to sleep again Darkness in my heart.
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