We Hunt the Ring

By Afea

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

Long ago we were men, powerful and feared, respected and revered. We had names, friends, families, and wills of our own.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

To serve the Dark Lord Sauron is our purpose – you could say it is what we live for – but that we are not alive. Neither will death receive us.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

We care not for out master – we serve him by necessity. His will burns in our very souls.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

The Ring was our downfall – it brought us to this existence, this punishment of the mind and soul. It is because of the Ring that we are doomed to exist forever, yet live no more.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

There is another's will living inside of us, telling us to get the Ring--find it, get it, at any cost. None of us can resist its call – it is the one reason we exist – and it is the reason we want naught to.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

Long ago we had a choice: to resist the lure of ultimate power gone wrong, or to accept the gift, given only as a means to an end. We chose the latter. . .

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

We suffer each time we find what we want - fullfillment in serving the Dark One; each time, we are pulled further into his being – our own thoughts and wills melting into his, becoming one.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

We have received the ultimate punishment – to serve one master, forever, bound beneath his will alone.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.

Even the sweet escape of death is barred from us; we are despised by even ourselves.

We are the Nazgul. We hunt the Ring.