To Grima Wormtongue
Ere the sun sets on the horizon,
The shadows draw ever near,
He whispers sweet nothings into the king's ear,
Slowly does the will of the Lord fade,
A time soon approches for spear, sword and shield,
They call him Wormtongue for the devilish tricks his fluid gracefulness plays,
A dark power hides skillfully behind,
Watching and waiting for it's moment,
The light ebbs away into nothingness,
Leaving the kingdom to despair,
Ere the sun sets on the horizon,
A usurper plays puppet with the King,
It's servent watches out for danger ever so,
For others have noticed the sudden change in the kind,
As the shadows draw ever near.