A/N: For those familiar with Tolkien, you may recognize two lines borrowed and modified from the first poem in Fellowship.
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Racing upon their steeds through the dark,
Each shrouded in a pitch-black cloak,
Their mere presence makes hearts chill
As all life in their path falls still.
Neither the dogs bark,
Nor do the frogs croak.
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Beneath their hoods,
Hellish red eyes gaze intensely
Like embers burning brightly.
Unseen mouths hiss
Like venomous snakes lurking in the woods,
Shattering their foe's hubris.
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Those foolish enough to come hither,
Strong or meek,
Will soon find their spirit begin to wither
And their strength weak,
For the curses of the Undead
Shall haunt their victim to its deathbed.
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All peoples fair and foul fear the cry
Of the nine mortal men doomed to die.
Nine great kings
Bound by their rings
To the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
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Now they ride forth from the Morgul vale,
As swift as a midsummer's gale,
In search of their master's prized heirloom,
Forged from the Cracks of Doom.
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And as their terror spreads anew,
So too do they imbue
Men listening to their children coo
And dwarves dwelling under mountains blue
With dread for what the Dark Lord has in store.
For the Nine ride across Middle-Earth once more.