Mirkwood
An evil shroud chokes the earth
A shadow creeps beneath the trees
Grasses wilt and flowers fade
A mighty forest brought to its knees.
Where once was light, now darkness dwells
And creatures fair must flee
For spiders, wolves and orc now roam
Where decent beings should be.
Oak, Ash, Beech and Pine
Fire and axe shall smite and raze
Their unique song is heard no more
Foul filth has come to end their days.
Against such malevolence, what can be done ?
Who shall rid these lands of fetid corruption ?
Can the strength of the elves cleanse this stain ?
And push back evil like a powerful eruption ?
For this forest longs to be the Greenwood once more
A home to beauty and all that is fair
It longs for the light and the kiss of the sun
For a day when its song shall again fill the air.