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.