Oh dignified Knight of Gondor,

My hands are ice
My head it glows
Like sharpest spice
My innermost woes

The evil eye, the darkish storm
Espy in twilight every worm
Mordors rotten exhalation rules
As certain death for Gondor's fools

Neither hope nor will are mine
I'll trespass the sill of time
Then in death I ween and pray
Should nowhere lie of Mordors clay

Be quick my lord
And flee from here
Awake, forget your bow!
The doleful misty chord you hear
Now flight escapes the row

My fever grows
The pain it shows
I am Sauron's own
Please go, leave me alone!

Lonely warrior of Gondor

by: Seth