The Many Rings of Power
The many evil Rings of Power,
Held temptation from the Black Hand,
Would the wielders’ souls devour,
And turn Sauron’s will to unholy commands,
Demands of Darkness, spent energy wasted,
Wraiths drained and stained, unclean, death tasted,
Flying on vast, shrieking wings,
Crying out the doom they bring,
Proud and mighty highborn Dwarves,
In tunnels glowing with golden hoards,
Gems and jewels wrought unseen,
Like living flame, a crafter’s dream,
Pride in the dark, fierce fire in the heart,
And unto death the soul departs,
Roots of mountains, fountains rising,
Towers of ebony and ivory flying,
Elves departing Middle Earth,
To the land of Faerie of undying worth,
The Wise chastise the sinners and fools,
Meddling with wizards makes dangerous tools,
The White on the heights under the sun,
The lightning strikes, the battle is won,
The demon lord is thrown asunder,
And crashes, dying, to the world’s wonder,
Leaving himself, the cards that were dealt,
Where power and knowledge are worth more than wealth,
The battle over Fate is fought,
In deep debate, free people caught,
The Tyrant holds his iron fist,
And the storms of war will not desist,
Only One can save the Earth,
And destroy the thing of evil worth,
Although it hurts, at last in the end,
Only on themselves, the hobbits depend,
And casting down in the Cracks of Doom,
They buried evil in its fiery tomb,
And saved by eagles high they soared,
And lived to be free forevermore.
