The Nazgul
The servants of Sauron appeared
The Nine, they were, the Nazgul
Neither living nor dead
There were none whom they feared
Excepting the heir of Elendil.
Great kings of Men they once had been
Until into shadow they fell
Masters of terror to all, they seem
Bring darkness and despair to all I deem
In Minas Morgul they dwell
Nine rings of power they had been given
And blinded by greed they took them
The ringwraiths they are, feared by the living
Ulari, they are, by fear they are driven
Until darkness and despair ensnare them.
When Frodo fails they fly so fast
Yet they meet their end when the ring
Into Orodruin is cast
Darkness ended at last
And the Eagles at last will now sing.