OK, this is just a poem I thought up in maths. I have really old word, so
I can't put any Accents in.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the works of JRR Tolkien and never will.
Drums in the deep
Thousands of feet
Onwards I run
To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum
Fire and shadow
Devilry hallowed
In terror I run
Oh, the bridge of Khazad-Dum!
My head spins round
My hope rests now
As I force a run
On the Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
You cut me off
You chased me round
Now I must run
To my Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
My face is pale
My hope is failed
And now I must stand
Sword in hand
And watch you laugh
Because my path
Has fallen, and I cannot run
Back to my safety, my crumbled
Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the works of JRR Tolkien and never will.
Drums in the deep
Thousands of feet
Onwards I run
To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum
Fire and shadow
Devilry hallowed
In terror I run
Oh, the bridge of Khazad-Dum!
My head spins round
My hope rests now
As I force a run
On the Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
You cut me off
You chased me round
Now I must run
To my Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
My face is pale
My hope is failed
And now I must stand
Sword in hand
And watch you laugh
Because my path
Has fallen, and I cannot run
Back to my safety, my crumbled
Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
