THE DARK LORD
A/N: MY FRIEND GRACE WROTE THIS. IT IS NOT MINE. IT IS NOT MINE. SHE WROTE IT. NOT ME. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
Disclaimer: All Tolkien's. None mine.\
He sits upon his horrible throne,
Made of black and polished stone.
His merciless eye red as fire,
Roves unceasingly without tire.
His all-seeing gaze penetrates earth and stone,
Over ashen gray lands, scattered with bone.
Over Mordor, filled with hate and decay,
On certain places his eye will stop and stray.
On Shelob's lair, dark as night,
Into hidden caves with no light,
On Mt. Doom, belching sparks and fire,
Upon stagnant pools, filled with mire.
In the realm of never-ceasing dark,
Full of rocks, bare and stark,
Full of blood and death and gore,
In the land of Sauron: Mordor.
Isn't she good? R/R, please!!!!!!=}