Three, Seven, Nine, One

by Lysana

What might Sauron make of the haiku poetry form, if he heard of it? This little piece came about quite suddenly when that question crossed my mind. It struck me that he would probably take and use the idea, but change it to suit his liking. Resulting in this: a poem done all in one-syllable words, a certain number in each line (as my title says) for a very specific reason. ;)

Sky, flame, sea.
Deep halls of old race, long hid.
Fell kings of men, in doom like the rest
Ruled.