Gil-galad was an elven guy

Of him the harpers tiredly sing

The last whose land place was in a fair that was free

Between the big mountains and the h20 enriched sea

His sword was big, his lance was serene

His shining iron hat was afar was seen

And the uncountable balls of gas of the sky's field

Were reflected on his mirrored shield

But one 24 hour period he rode away

What hotel he dwelleth none can say

For into blackness his ball of gas called a star

In mordor where all the nazgul and orcs are

No I am not insane. Just a bit crazy.