The Legend
A power of evil Made to rule all, The goodness of Middle Earth Was ready to fall.
Both Elves and Men Came to defend Their people until The very end.
When they assumed Victory was near, There came Sauron And with him the fear.
When the King of Gondor Was dead, His son Isildur Took up his stead.
Hope was now Hanging on a thin thread, When an idea Entered his head.
He grabbed his sword But with a laugh, Sauron stepped on it And broke it in half.
Without another thought He took a swift swing, Off went Sauron's fingers, The blade that cut the ring.
Isildur had a chance To rid evil forever, But instead kept the ring. Wasn't that clever?
With its own will And a wrath of fire, The only one to destroy Was a hobbit from the Shire.
A power of evil Made to rule all, The goodness of Middle Earth Was ready to fall.
Both Elves and Men Came to defend Their people until The very end.
When they assumed Victory was near, There came Sauron And with him the fear.
When the King of Gondor Was dead, His son Isildur Took up his stead.
Hope was now Hanging on a thin thread, When an idea Entered his head.
He grabbed his sword But with a laugh, Sauron stepped on it And broke it in half.
Without another thought He took a swift swing, Off went Sauron's fingers, The blade that cut the ring.
Isildur had a chance To rid evil forever, But instead kept the ring. Wasn't that clever?
With its own will And a wrath of fire, The only one to destroy Was a hobbit from the Shire.