Authors note: I own nothing, so there.
There once lived a lord named Adunaphel…
Thesun was his guard, and his senetel...
And he loved his people, he loved them well…
Oh sorrow, sweet sorrow,
Now he stands at the battle through which history trods,
And no one knows he loved once save himself…
And Gods.
One eave, when the moon rose a milky bead,
Came fate down the road on a snow white steed.
How fair was the face, that the eyes could bleed…
So Sauron, so came Sauron, disguised to the kingdom as the fair Annatar…
Who could know the future this would change…
And scar…
Mar and stain, break and scar, ride the wraiths of Annatar…
There they fell, here they stand… gone too long from mortal land…
There now is a Nazgul, he has no name…
No land and no people, no past to claim…
Not even his breath, but he fights the same..!
So sorrow! Laughs sweet sorrow,
Now he fights at the battle where through history trods…
…and no one knows he loved once, save himself…
And Gods.