We are the nine dark souls.
We are the rustles in the bushes just beyond your sight,
We are the sensation that sends shiver up your spine,
We are the footsteps with no walker,
We are the words with no speaker,
We are the feeling of icy cold and terror,
That elopes you before a blade plunges in to your back.
We are the nazgul.

By: lord_sauron