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.
