Under the Roof of Meduseld

Uncle-King, ever I watch you and I fear you

For who knows what lurks in the shadow of thought

But, it is not you that I fear, for another there is

A worm and traitor, but a trusted advisor he is not

Wormtongue is his surname, Grima his first

Long ago he came to this kingdom of men

And not so long ago, he was alone and cursed

Even you sign my brother's death with your pen

But, perhaps, a savior may come someday

And free me from this cage of which I call "home"

And, if truth be told, he will be a leader of the way

To mend what you have already together sewn

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