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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…