Tell me Wizard...
Freedom after so many years,
The greatest blessing, the harshest curse.
For A moments freedom, like a web,
Is all of silken threads,
Beautiful but fragile, like sunlight....
And a lifetime captive, like a vice,
Is all of iron links.
Flashing but unyielding, like starlight...
Should you twine the two together,
You get nothing worthy to have,
A link of iron that breaks like web,
A web that holds no beauty...
To take us from captivity is now the cruelest curse,
Though a lifetime before it may have been a blessing.
Do not mistake me, I see now clear,
I can smell the air now, I feel, I hear...
You meant well, white wizard.
But surely you must have realized, at one point did recall,
We are men of moonlight Wizard, who aren't here, at all...
For us, there is no freedom, and now we have no cage,
We cannot live amongst you, not in this day and age.
The power that compelled us, has now been stripped away.
Without it we are nothing. And so, I cannot say...
I cannot say we're thankful, for we are not, I know,
But we are not ungrateful, and here you see it show...
We cannot live as free men,
There is no in between,
And the other side, that's now a memory to...
To tormented to stay, to vengeful to move on...
Tell me wizard,
What should the Nazgul do?