how that my evil brother drove us forth
and is in his own vessel now bewrecked
by my enchanted skills. Markst thou not?
my twitterfeed to see if aught could holp
and if my gentle tweets could soothe their screams
these minor characters thus randomly?
Have I not pow'rs beyond that crude device?
Am I not>
and yet a hobbit in my kindly heart?
All shall survive. E'en my accursèd kin
my brother and his son>
who may yet heal this deadly fam'ly rift
when his keen gaze doth pierce thy untouched heart.