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A/N: Because the Witch-king needs poems too! ^_^
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All Is Silent
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His steel-gloved hands
Grip the reins of his steed
A wretched winged creature
That howls and cries
Once a great king
Now reduced to a slave
A servant of evil
Roaming the skies
All is silent
As the Witch-king flies
The Witch-king of Angmar
Lord of the Nazgûl
He feels the will
Of he whom he serves
He tries to resist
But cannot break the bond
Blinded by greed
Taken by darkness
Reduced to nothing
But a sad, desperate song
All is silent
As the Witch-king flies
The Witch-king of Angmar
Lord of the Nazgûl
He takes to the air
His lord commands him to kill
He must slay the king
He must conquer this foe
And then came the voice
He could see his challenger
But who stabbed him from behind
He will never know
All is silent
As the Witch-king falls
The Witch-king of Angmar
Lord of the Nazgûl
All is silent…
