Song to the Shadows



Night's darkness enfolds all

Within a cold embrace.

Listen close;

The Nine ride abroad.

Pounding of iron hoofs,

Rustle of black hood;

Wailing dirge rises,

A song to the shadows,

A song of death

Cruel as razor's edge:

The heralds of Death ride tonight.

Forever seeking, searching;

The Ring of Power their goal

Drawn to it like a moth to flame.

Hot on the trail;

Scent of Halflings close .

Ice cold blade is ice cold death

Taste of steel your last.