Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings

Isildur

My father's sword,

Next to his lifeless body,

With it I face the dark lord,

In anger and rage I struck,

Narsil cut his hand,

Separating him life,

It fell unto dust and sand,

Sauron's ring of power,

It sang to me,

I believed it was precious,

I wanted to hold it for eternity,

But instead it was my death,

I was a fool,

To think I could control it,

Instead it used me as a tool,

And now there is no hope.

Thanks to Legolas's Girl 9 and enyamorntuilr for the reviews and advice.