Mordor Shines Again

Cast back into the pit of night
Bereft of power, bereft of might

None thought you would ever rise
Again to cover the free earth's skies

Yet from my window, far off I see
you- that red orb haunting me.

I don't know what this poem is about. It is, however, based on something that I can see from my bedroom window on winter nights. Although I know what it really is, being a fantasy writer, I imagine things. And, believe it or not, it really is disquieting.