Once so proud, a king of old

Lost once more to greed and gold.

Now not as flesh but cold as stone

Not heart, not soul, not flesh nor bone.

A time to fight, to hide, to cause so much pain.

To fall back, on wind's wings, but to still come again.

Causing terror, a foul beast of night,

On back of black beasts do they take flight.

Once proud and strong, wise and tall,

But then to evil they did fall.

Nine kings of old, with rings forged anew,

Causer of deeds that they shall never rue.

Now a shadow, a phantom, a creatuer of fear,

Cause of hatred, death, and fear.

A dragon-rider he was, long past,

A king, high and mighty, never to last.

With stars at his brow and gold at his feet,

Never again the people to greet.

Fallen victim to temptation and greed

And so Sauron sowed his dark, black seed.

The stars are now fallen, withered and dry,

The time of their glory long past by.

Now they are creatures of nightmares, darkness and sin

Never to welcome a new dawn again.