Pure Evil's Malice, a lord of the rings fanfic

Disclaimer: J. R. R. Tolkien owns Aragorn, the Nazgûl, Rivendell, the Dúnedain, Rohan, Gondor, Rhûn, Harad, Mordor...in fact, Arda!

The stars above, the light of hope no longer shines,

I wait here at the crossroads of my fate;

How soon, I wonder, till my soul to death resigns

As time keeps falling and I ever wait?

So long since I had hope it seems an age ago,

So long since I was happy, careless, free;

In Rivendell I lived, oh I was blessed, I know:

From father's death my mother rescued me.

And when I learned whose son I was, whose honored heir

And to me my proud heritage revealed

Then light to me seemed Arda's every weighty care

And wondered I for what it was concealed.

And even when I left to join the Dúnedain

And learned the harshness of a ranger's life,

How proud I was to meet these noble kin of mine

And share with them the dangers of the strife.

But when a ranger town's destruction orcs had wrought

Because we safe-guard others, not our own

I then began to see the cost I had not thought,

Our duty's peril I'd before not known.

I stayed among my people till I knew I must

Despite their sorrow travel other lands

To see their customs, find my way and earn their trust,

To learn their language, follow their commands.

And so to Rohan's strands I chose to turn my feet,

To Gondor's mountains, streams, and cities white,

To Dunland's hills, the Rhûnic sands and Harad's heat

And many lands to frighten and delight.

At last I turned my ways to Mordor's endless dark,

For who can learn to shun what is unknown?

Past slavers' fields, endless tracts I could not mark,

I find myself in darkness kept alone.

Pure evil's malice, worse than white in barrow-down:

The Nazgûl know I'm here, but still I fight.

Your will not take me! Never I to you bow down!

For you are darkness but I know the light.

I will not stand aside while you my soul do claim;

I know the light and to it I will hold.

My love, my family, my people, these I name

And though you kill, my heart will not be sold!

I turn my weary steps at last to Eriador

For home and all my kin await me there;

I know the strength of evil and of goodness more:

To save the latter I will ever dare.

A/N: We are told that Aragorn had met the Nazgûl before the Fellowship of the Ring, and we also know he went to Mordor (I think). Thus I deduced that it was there that he "ran across" them. I am not the first to have this idea, and I thank all the authors whose stories concerning this gave me the idea. I left exactly what is happening to Aragorn purposefully vague, to emphasize how he overcame it, not what it was. I'm not sure this flows together quite as well as some of my other poems, but I hope you enjoyed reading it anyway! If some of the lines seem somewhat similar to Sons of Forgotten Kings, well, I can only say I did, after all, write both. Please let me know what you think! Blessings!