We Are The Nazgul
This is a poem that my friend, brother, and I made up. Along with images in my mind of what it would look like being acted out.
Disclaimer: We DO NOT own Lord Of The Rings... and Tolkien would be appalled at our butchering of his fabulous story. Also, the poem is based off the We Are The Champions song that was from the album A Knights Tale
Caution: Not made for Frodo and Hobbit likers.
The Nazgul come out on the stage with darkness and fog swirling around them. The Witch-king standing in the middle and flanked by four Nazgul on his right and four Nazgul on his left.
The Nazgul take in a deep rattling voice as they begin to sing as one.
"We are the Nazgul, my friends." (The Nazgul are swaying next to each other as they sing.)
"And we'll keep on slaying till the end!" (They pull out their swords and make stabbing motions in the air.)
"We are the Nazgul." (The Nazgul jab their swords up into the sky in unison)
"We are the Nazgul!" (Still jabbing up at the sky evilly)
"Death to the Hobbits," (Frodo runs by and looks up surprised and terrified of the Nazgul. The Hobbits get stabbed by the Nazgul)
"'cause we are the Nazgul..." (The point the swords up in the air and let out that creepy scream as Sam covers his ears crying "Mr. Frodo! Help your Sam!")
"My friends..." (They hiss as they bow to each other as Frodo is desperately trying to crawl away and ignoring Sam.)
The Nazgul link hands as the Witch-king snatches the ring and head off to Sauron. The Hobbits lay and anguish over the fact that the Nazgul were able to beat them while singing.
A very short doomsday for all Middle Earth. No offense please towards this Dark Humor... Flames will help us light up The Eye.